A/N- I had a fun couple days with gastroenteritis! I had to go to the hospital because of the dehydration the throwing up gave me… I am just not lucky with getting sick! Luckily, I'm all better now and definitely getting back up to my normal 100 pounds. Woo!

Angela awoke rather slowly, her mind still fuzzy from a dream she didn't remember. As the fog cleared, something dawned on her. She was engaged! Not only that, but she was engaged to the man she thought absolutely hated her. A thought immediately crossed her mind- she had to call Julius! She scrambled for her cheap phone and dialed the number she had dialed so many times.

"Hola! Julius speaking!" He answered, as cheerful sounding as per usual.

"Julius, this is Angela. I have some mega-important news, so listen real good." She replied seriously, tapping her feet.

"Sounds dramatic. My ears are wide open, darlin'."

"So, uh…" she paused to swallow the growing lump in her throat. "I'm getting married!" A relieved puff of air flew out of her mouth. A loud gasp exploded from the receiving end of the phone.

"Oh. My. Goodness!" Julius exclaimed loudly. Angela recoiled from the phone, her ear ringing. "I so knew that he would propose to you! So what was it like? Romantic? Sudden and dramatic? C'mon, tell me everything!"

"Actually, uh…I proposed." Angela replied, clearing her throat. "But it was sudden and dramatic; that's for sure." The line went silent for a few moments.

"Way to be a strong woman, Angie! It's so like you to take control. Kudos! So, listen up. I have a date with Candace in 20 minutes and I need to brush myself up a bit. We'll talk more later, 'kay? Bye!" Angela had never heard him sound so extraordinarily happy. She assumed it was more due to Candace than her, but with him, who knows? After putting the phone the back on the receiver, she fell back onto her bed, smiling. The idea of her being married had never crossed her mind when she had first moved there. But there she was, gaga over the town's snobbiest boy. She daydreamed of herself in a wedding dress with a dreamy expression on her face. It would be pretty, white, and glitter like the stars in the sky. She wanted to look like a princess, if only for a day. With a tired sigh, she went to scrub every last bit of dirt off of herself.

"So when's the wedding?" Hamilton asked Gill excitedly. "Soon, I hope?" Gill shrugged.

"We haven't really decided on a date yet. We're not in a hurry or something." Hamilton frowned.

"How about a week from now?"

"I'd really like Angela's opinion first…And isn't that ridiculously soon to get married?" He signed. "We went over it a little bit, and we don't want to rush right into it. There's a lot of planning that goes into a wedding." Honestly, his dad was too impatient for his liking. Even he was more patient than his father. Hamilton looked as if he was desperately wracking his mind for something to get Gill to agree for the short-term wedding.

"Don't you want to see Angela in a wedding dress?" He asked, bright-eyed. Obviously this would win his son over! Gill scowled, turned on his heel, and left, embarrassed. Of course he wanted to- who wouldn't? He mussed his hair in frustration as he stepped out of Town Hall. Work could wait. His walk to Angela's house was especially slow. He wanted time to think wonder what married life was like. Would his life become wildly different? Would he become less uptight? He knew that it was impossible to predict where his life would go when Angela was around.

To be squeaky clean and in fresh clothes felt heavenly. A towel was still wrapped around her hair as she made her bed, which she had always been awful it. She always ended up fumbling with the sheets when they popped off the end of her mattress. Frustration made her just ball up the sheets and sleep without sheets below her. The itching wasn't that bad. Besides, the sheets were ugly in the first place. For once, she managed to fit the stubborn sheet over her bed. Before she was able to finish, a knock came at the door, and she had no doubt in her mind who it was. The door opened with a creak.

"Hi there, fiancé!" She greeted cheerfully. "Back so soon, Gill?" Gill shuffled his feet nervously, hands in his pockets.

"Hey, Angela. Uh, my dad is wondering when the wedding will be… He wants it to be in a week, but that's way too soon, of course." He replied, in his very matter-of-fact tone. Angela nodded in agreement.

"Wanna take a seat at the table so we can talk it over?" She asked. It would be an…interesting conversation, to say the least.