Soon after the fire fiasco, the wedding was still coming at full force. The upstairs was fixed and renovated soon after the fire was consuming the building. Samantha was determined to get the wedding rolling, even though the wedding was held outside. Dawson and Basil began to observe the upstairs, paying attention to everything.

Basil stooped low to observe the burn marks on the wall, he started to mutter to himself when Dawson chimed in "What's wrong Basil?"

"The burn marks on the wall start here. You can see they are lined completely straight, like it was…."

"What?" Dawson asked.

He looked at him while he rubbed the soot between his fingers "Deliberate." Dawson rubbed his chin "Basil what could it be?"

"The culprit obviously found some way to sneak by unnoticed and start the fire.. by the trace of soot it shows one of the many secret entrances have been opened." He rubbed his chin, deep in thought "Although the entrance can only be opened from the inside."

Dawson's eyes grew wide "B-basil you don't mean."

"Yes Dawson.. there is a traitor in our midst." He started to prepare his pipe and puffed on it, stuck where he left off. Dawson pulled on his sleeve as Basil began to pace back and forth "Basil can their really be a chance to find them? even while the wedding is going on?"

Basil smiled slyly "There is always a chance, as long as one can think."

Suddenly out of nowhere, a soft call echos in the hallway "Hello." Ginger was standing in the hallway in a knee length light blue gown, her long black hair was tied half-up, half-down, with a white flower behind her ear. The silver mouse walked to Basil and Dawson, Basil looking at her with a slight awkwardness and Dawson was looking at her with pure joy.

Dawson started to blush "Miss Ginger you look absolutely stunning!"

She batted her eyelashes at Basil "Why thank you..I just found this old thing in the closet and thought it was nice in this summer air." Basil looked behind her "I find it amusing the price tag still hangs on your garment.."

She giggled and quickly pulled it off, and suddenly pulled her arm around Basil's "Well they are having a nice little party downstairs.. I feel it would be a shame if I was escorted alone." Without answer, Ginger pulled his arm and Dawson followed behind him.

The group was seated at the large dinner table, the servant walked up to Rosalie and smiled "Miss Rosalie, what can I get you to drink?"

"I'll take a champagne please." Ratigan heard as he sent a smug look to Lorenzo.

Rosalie grabbed the servant's sleeve before he left "Actually, I've had a little too much of champagne.. I'll take a water." Ratigan's look changed as Lorenzo sent a cocky look back to him. Rosalie turned her attention to Ratigan "What?"

Suddenly Rodger set his drink down and smiled at his father in law "Do you think you have a chance of winning the champion title this year Big Daddy?"

"I may be old but my shootin eye is still as strong as when I was a youngin!" he laughed and took a sip of his drink. Ginger quickly sat up "You boys will keep bragging on when we all know the feminine species will be taking the title.. and that female is ME!"

Ratigan quirked an eyebrow "What seems to be the commotion?"

Rosalie rolled her eyes "Every year Big Daddy holds a shooting contest-"

Ginger practically fell out of her seat "And the winner gets the title of Golden Gun slinger of New Orleans for an entire year, their name on the gold bullet trophy, and a kiss from the Louisiana Magnolia Queen." Victoria looked around "Who was the queen last year?"

Samantha smiled "Why it was me!" Samantha sat up "After Rosalie left, I became the queen!" Big Daddy smiled wide "But it didn't stop Rosalie and her four year streak!"

Ratigan smiled at her and she smirked "Who knew you are gonna marry a royal huh?" she said making him laugh.

Samantha cleared her throat "Well it only seems fair that for this year, the queen should assume her reign-"

Big Daddy interrupted again "That's right! Rosalie would you like to be queen once again?" Samantha almost fell out of her chair "What?! Daddy?"

"Now Now Samantha! You are going to have your own fairytale wedding! Might as well give Rosalie her reign back!" Rodger laid a hand on her shoulder, in return she pouted and mumbled "….Fine.."

"Well.. I don't want a kiss when I win." Said Ginger as she looked at Basil "Well not from Rosalie that is.." Suddenly Nicolas practically choked on his drink, Fidget pounded on his back as Ratigan rubbed his temples in embarrassment. Ginger sighed "Are you alright Nicolas?"

"Fine.." he grumbled "Right. As. Rain.." Nicolas pierced his fork in his desert, sending a wicked scowl to Basil, making him gulp nervously. Rosalie attempted to change the subject as she smirked across the table at her friend "Ginger you already have the title of being the cockiest person at this table." She laughed as Ginger sent her a playful scowl "You laugh but that golden trophy is all mine!"

The ladies left soon after desert, giving the men a chance to talk. Lorenzo sipped on his drink "So Professor, do you think you have a… forgive the pun 'shot' tomorrow?" the professor looked at the small grey mouse and scoffed "I highly doubt that I will be participating, I am not sure how to work a rifle."

He nodded his head "Oh I understand, in London I am sure that you don't participate in such atrocious works of barbaric rituals." He said in a British accent, making only him laugh. "It's okay Professor, I'm sure that when I kiss Rosalie tomorrow, it won't mean a thing."

He rose out of his seat "What makes you think that you will win?" his blood started to boil as Fidget, Nicolas, and Bill were all on the edge of their seats "I mean." He began "I know how to handle a large piece of equipment like a gun-"

"As do I."

Big Daddy intervened "Well that settles it. Ratigan is gonna enter in the shootin contest!" everyone started to applaud.

Lorenzo pulled him aside "I can see we haven't been the best of friends this week, but let's take this as a way to tie lose ends shall we? And what other way to start a new friendship than a friendly wager!" he smiled "I bet you ten dollars that I get the kiss."

"You are betting on a kiss.. from my fiancé."

"It's all in good fun!" he smiled and patted him on the back. Ratigan shook his head "I will not treat Rosalie like an object." Lorenzo let go and turned away "I can respect that decision." He chuckled and devilishly smiled "I hope you don't mind losing ten dollars Old boy" he jokingly mocked.

Suddenly without thinking, a gleam entered Ratigan's eyes "Consider the wager still on..ten pounds for one kiss." They shook hands Ratigan's gloved grip almost making Lorenzo wince. He let go and watched him walk away, Fidget hobbled to the boss and Ratigan smiled devilishly "Fidget, I am about to be ten pounds richer tomorrow."

Basil tapped Nicolas on the shoulder, who instantly looked away "What do you want?"

"I can see you clearly have affections to Miss Ginger, so I would like to let you be aware that I do not return the fondness that she shares with me." Nicolas looked at him in the eyes, with an almost trusting feeling, he scoffed "She doesn't even know I exist, no matter what I try I end up looking like a fool."

Basil scratched his chin "Well, I have observed that when I saved her from that fire, she instantly sees me as some hero." he looked at Nicolas's dumbstruck look "Isn't it obvious? You need to save her."

Nicolas took off his grey cap and scratched his head in confusion "Well..how are we going to do that."

Basil gave a small smirk to him "I have a plan."

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