90210
Episode 611
"Recovery"
Cast: Annie Wilson, Dixon Wilson, Naomi Clark, Erin Silver, Navid Shirazi, Adrianna Tate-Duncan, Liam Court
Disclaimer: I don't own 90210.
Author's Note: Sorry I've been away! Get ready for some intense drama!
Full Summary: Season 6 finds Annie and Dixon Wilson, along with the rest of the Beverly Hills' gang, lost, loved, and strengthened through each other. It's a new and different time for them, as the stakes are much higher and there is a lot more to lose. Old flames are ignited and broken families are reunited. Coming from a world of glamour and privilege, with endless possibilities in front of them, anything can happen. All in all, it's just another day in the world's most famous zip code.
"Recovery" Drama/Romance. Shenae Grimes, Tristan Wilds, AnnaLynne McCord. Series Annie and Dixon prep for their parents' wedding day.
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Wilson Residence:
"I cannot believe mom and dad are getting married, again," muttered Annie in disbelief in front of her tri-fold mirror. She smacked her lips and bashfully batted her eyes. She softly flattened her yellow dress with her hands and wrapped her hair up in a messy bun.
"Yeah," agreed Dixon, carefully adjusting his bow-tie alongside his sister. "Me neither. It's a bit corny though, don't you think?" Annie smacked him with the back of her hand.
"Dixon," Annie retorted, shaking her head.
"What?" Dixon chuckled. "Don't you think it's a bit corny that they plan to get married on New Year's Eve."
"No," answered Annie, biting down on her bobby pins. "I think it's romantic and adorable." Dixon smiled. "It's totally mom and dad. They wanted a backyard ceremony on New Year's Eve, and I don't see anything wrong with it."
"Hey," interjected Dixon, teasing his afro. "I'm all up for it. I just never imagined attending my parents' wedding." Annie chuckled softly alongside him.
She turned slowly and faced her brother.
"To be honest," Annie began, helping adjust his bow-tie. "After everything our family has gone through this past year, we all deserve to be together." Dixon looked straight ahead as Annie tightened the bow-tie around his neck. "We deserve this. We deserve to be happy."
"We do, don't we?" Dixon murmured.
"We sure do," answered Annie, smiling back at her brother.
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Wilson Residence:
"No, no, no. I don't think so!" hissed Naomi, dragging Debbie Wilson away from the windows. Naomi pulled the curtains together and poured Debbie a glass of sparkling champagne. "I said no peeking, Mrs. W." Debbie rolled her eyes. "I told you I wanted it to be a surprise."
"Naomi," Debbie began, taking a seat. "I asked for a low-key wedding ceremony." Debbie carefully placed the expensive champagne glass on the table. "Is all of this really necessary?" Naomi tightly held her clipboard near her chest. "I would like to know what's going on."
"You are so much like Annie! Don't you worry about a thing, Mrs. W," Naomi responded. "This is low-key." Debbie motioned to the entire glamorous set-up of her bedroom. "Trust me. This is very low-key compared to the other events I've planned."
"Naomi," Debbie muttered. "You ordered five-hundred dozen white roses." Naomi gulped and nervously smiled. "And a horse carriage outside."
"Overkill is my trademark," confessed Naomi.
"Well there's not much we can really do about it now, is there?" mentioned Debbie, pulling Naomi down next to her. "Before I forget, I wanted to thank you, Naomi, for planning all of this. It's all really beautiful, it is."
"Well," began Naomi, smiling graciously at Debbie. "You took care of Jacques, and I'll take care of you. It's no big deal." Debbie smiled and hugged Naomi. "We're family - in a weird twisted sort of way." They both chuckled. "It's what we do. We take care of each other."
"Off the record," whispered Debbie, taking Naomi's hands. "If I were your mother I would be so proud of you right now." Naomi collected a pool of tears in her beautiful eyes. "You have grown to be a wonderful and successful young lady that I've always known you've been."
"Thank you," muttered Naomi, smiling back. "That means a lot coming from you."
"Have you spoken to Tracy?" asked Debbie carefully. "Have you guys talked in a while?"
"No, not really," answered Naomi, looking down. "We don't really see each other or talk that much anymore." Naomi took a deep breath as Debbie tucked Naomi's strand of hair behind her ear. "...If you don't mind, I've always wanted to ask you something?"
"Sure. What is it?" asked Debbie.
"How did you do it?" curiously asked Naomi.
"Do what?" responded Debbie, perplexed.
"Be so strong despite being alone," answered Naomi, her voice dragging. Debbie sighed and stared Naomi in her eyes. "I've always wondered where you get that strength and grace to keep moving forward despite everything that's happened in your life. Even after you divorced - you still found a way back to your husband." A tear shot down from Naomi's eyes. "I wonder if I'll ever be that strong -"
"You already are, Naomi," interjected Debbie. "You might not know it, but you already are on your way." Naomi nodded her head. "Love the person you want to become, and everything will fall in place."
"That shouldn't be very hard for me, then," laughed Naomi. Debbie hugged her once more and slowly pulled away. Naomi shot up from her seat and headed out the door. "You look beautiful today, Mrs. Wilson. The perfect bride." Debbie took a deep breath and blew a kiss to Naomi.
Wilson Residence:
Annie whisked around the kitchen counter and leaned in against Liam for a kiss.
"Hi, handsome," whispered Annie, clinging onto Liam's broad shoulders. Annie loved him in a nice suit.
"You look beautiful," muttered Liam with a charming smile. "...as always."
"Why thank you," replied Annie sweetly, scrunching her nose.
"Looks like your parents beat us down the aisle," laughed Liam, kissing her nose. Annie bit her lips sensually.
"Tell me about it," added Annie. "I've been thinking, Liam. I want to be your wife. I want to be with you for the rest of time."
"What are you saying?" asked Liam.
"I'm saying - let's do it," answered Annie eagerly. "Let's go to a chapel and get married." Annie smiled excitedly. "Let's get married, Liam."
"I know you wanted to wait till things calmed down," murmured Liam, taking her hands. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"It's what I've always wanted," answered Annie carefully, tracing his jawline with her finger. "It's what I wished for."
"Then, okay," added Liam, gazing at Annie. "Let's get married." Annie smiled sweetly as Liam pressed his lips on her's once more.
Wilson Residence:
He accidentally opened the wrong door in the house and caught Harry Wilson chugging down hard liquor.
"Harry?" muttered Mark Holland.
"Mark?" spat Harry nervously, spitting out his drink.
"I didn't mean to intrude," Mark responded. "I just brought in the food from the Offshore and Annie said I could change in here -" Harry rapidly wiped his mouth with a towel. "I'll just find another room in the house."
"No, don't," called Harry, motioning Mark to enter the room. "It's alright. You can change in here." Mark dragged his feet inside the room and shut the door behind him. "I was just - umm - I was -"
"It's alright, Harry," murmured Mark, placing his tux on the bed. "You don't have to hide anything from me. I think I finished a bottle of Crown before my wedding."
"Really?" asked Harry.
"Yeah," answered Mark. "Go ahead. Pour me one, too." Harry took out another glass and poured Mark a drink.
"I'm not having second thoughts, if that's what you're thinking," explained Harry slowly to Mark's confused expression. "I'm just...getting nervous all of a sudden."
"Nervous?" asked Mark, taking his shirt off. "For what?"
"The biggest mistake I've ever made was to leave my family," confessed Harry, taking a sip from his glass. "To walk away and to leave myself behind." Mark pitied his father at that exact moment. "I don't ever want to become that man, again."
"You won't," added Mark, buttoning his shirt. "After meeting Annie and Dixon - I've learned in this family that there is always a chance to redeem yourself. To not be who you were in the past, but to be someone better." Harry looked to his son and smiled shortly. "Maybe this is your chance to be someone better."
The Offshore:
"The beer is better," stated Liam, carrying a crate of beer off the counter.
"You can thank your buddy, Navid, for that," added Old Salty, helping Liam carry another crate. "That boy has saved this place and my bank account."
"That's good to hear," replied Liam. "Do you mind helping me stack these in the car? Annie's gonna kill me if we don't get these to the reception."
"I still don't understand why they couldn't have the reception here," grunted Old Salty, following Liam out of the bar. "They're having our food, our drinks, our music -"
"Try explaining that to Annie's grandmother," answered Liam, placing the crate on the ground.
"Where's Navid?" asked Dixon from behind.
"He's in the back," answered Old Salty. "He's getting ready for the ceremony. I would check his bag, he might be carrying some firework for tonight." Old Salty winked at Dixon and aided Liam with the beer.
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"You know, it doesn't matter how long you stand in front of that mirror - you're ugly ass face is still going to be ugly," laughed Dixon from behind.
"Ha, ha, ha," mocked Navid, combing his hair back. "The comedic black man strikes again." Navid turned to face his best friend and greeted him with a warm embrace. "What's up, Dix?"
"Nothing much, bro," answered Dixon. "Liam and I were just picking up the rest of the stuff for the reception." Navid slipped his arms in his coat and grabbed his phone off his bed.
"By the way, you can officially move back into the beach house next week," mentioned Navid, handing Dixon paperwork for the house. "I handled it all why you were dying. You can thank me later."
"Yo, this is great, Navid!" exclaimed Dixon happily. "I mean no offense to my family, but I'm desperate for my space back."
"I feel ya, brethren," added Navid. "I'm dying for some space."
"Why don't you just move in with me?" suggested Dixon.
"Really?" asked Navid.
"Yeah," answered Dixon. "Bro, you took care of me this past year. The least I can do is offer you a bed."
"So this is happening?" asked Navid excitedly. "Dixon and Navid? Roomies?" Dixon laughed alongside his best friend.
"Yeah, I guess so," added Dixon.
"Good," stated Navid, holding up a copy of the beach house key. "I was hoping you'd say yes."
"You made a copy of the house key already?" muttered Dixon, shaking his head.
"I was hoping you'd say yes," Navid chuckled.
Silver's Apartment:
"Thanks for letting me stay here for the past couple of months, Silver," thanked Adrianna, sitting in front of a mirror. "I would've stayed at Naomi's mansion, but the paparazzi never leaves. I also don't really feel comfortable living with Navid in the back of a bar. And my house -"
"Hey, don't worry about it. Don't sweat it, Ade," responded Silver, brushing her shoulder-length, rich brown hair. "You know you're always welcome here." Adrianna smiled warmly. "I was hoping you'd say yes. Teddy had to go back to D.C. so unexpectedly."
"Thanks for being such a good friend, Silver," added Adrianna, gazing over at Silver.
Silver dragged her feet towards Adrianna and took hold of her hands.
"We've been through so much with each other this past year," Silver began, her voice breaking. "We've fought over boys." Adrianna chuckled, while Silver rolled her eyes. "...we've dealt with my problems with having a baby, your singing career, my cancer, your crazy stalker -"
"Silver," muttered Adrianna, reaching for her.
"We made it, Ade," added Silver with a hopeful smile. "We made it together." Silver and Adrianna began to cry. "We're alive and we're here. And nothing can touch us. I wouldn't have anybody else here except you. And I really mean that, Ade."
"You are so fearless, Silver," stated Adrianna, stroking Silver's hair. The sun's light rested lightly on Silver's hair. "You are a true survivor." Silver smiled back. "Even though Campbell is still out there, you make it alright for me to feel brave and invincible." Adrianna cleared her throat. "Thank you." They both fell into each others' arms.
"Alright," said Silver, pulling away. "Let's redo our make-up and get going before Naomi rips our heads off, huh?"
"Totally," chuckled Adrianna, wiping away her mascara.
The Offshore:
The familiar sandy beach blonde hair blindsided Liam as the Bohemian surfer girl of Beverly Hills strolled coolly on the white sands.
"Hold up, guys," said Liam to Dixon and Navid as he rushed after the surfer. "Ivy! Ivy!"
Ivy Sullivan turned around and squinted her eyes.
"Liam?" muttered Ivy.
"Hey," greeted Liam with a smile. "Hey, I've been trying to reach you since the night of my launch party -"
"Yeah, I'm sorry," answered Ivy. "I've been busy."
"Well when you have time," began Liam. I need you to come by sometime and sign a few papers so we can officially sponsor you."
"Sounds good," replied Ivy nonchalantly.
There was a deep and awkward silence between the two friends.
"So are you going to the Wilson's?" asked Liam.
"Umm, I don't think so," answered Ivy quietly. "I think I'm gonna catch some waves."
"You think you're gonna catch some waves?" repeated Liam, perplexed. "Ivy, Annie and Dixon are your friends. They would want you to be there."
"Well," began Ivy, scratching the back of her head. "I don't really see the point of their parents getting married again."
"Ivy," Liam murmured. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," answered Ivy. "I'm fine." She smacked her lips. "To be honest, Liam, I don't understand why you and Annie are getting married so soon." Liam was suddenly offended by her harsh tone. "Not to spoil anything for you, but marriage sucks, Liam."
"You don't mean that," muttered Liam.
"Oh, I do," spat Ivy. "Look at me. Raj lied and then died. He left me."
"Listen, Ivy," Liam began. "I know what you went through with Raj was horrible, I do. But I will not stand here and listen to you bitch about how much your life sucks when you still have yours." Ivy cleared her throat. "Raj deserves better than this. And so do you."
Wilson Residence:
"These tacos are amazing!" proclaimed Tabitha, picking on the food off the kitchen counter. Mark chuckled charmingly, wiping his hands with a dish towel. "I think I might have to take you back to Vegas with me."
"Tabitha," Mark began. "Those are for the reception."
"What the hell," spat Tabitha. "I brought Harry into this world, I can do whatever the hell I want to on his wedding day." Mark grinned. "Plus, it is so corny that they are getting married on New Year's Eve."
"Touche," muttered Mark. "Eat up, Tabitha."
Naomi emerged behind the door and quickly pulled Mark aside.
"Hey, sis!" greeted Mark. "Long time."
"Hi," spat Naomi. "What the hell is Jordan Welland doing here?"
"Jordan?" asked Mark. "Oh, Jordan. Yeah, I invited him." Naomi rolled her eyes. "Harry and Debbie said it was okay."
"Why on earth would you do that?" asked Naomi, furious.
"Cause he bailed me out of jail," answered Mark slowly, further frustrating his half-sister. "What's the matter?"
"Jordan and I are broken up," explained Naomi. "That's what's the matter."
"You guys broke up?" asked Mark, folding his arms across his chest. "When?"
"After New York," hissed Naomi, looking over her shoulder. "And now I'm working on my relationship with Max."
"Wait," began Mark, confused. "You and Max got back together?"
"Well not officially," answered Naomi. "Anyways, you need to keep him away from me tonight."
"Max?" asked Mark.
"No, Jordan!" cried Naomi.
"I know," laughed Mark. "I'm just messing with you, sis." Naomi took a deep breath. "Relax, Naomi. Everything's going to be okay."
Wilson Residence:
"I'm going to be okay," explained Adrianna to Navid. "I don't know when, but I will be."
"It hurts me to see you like this," confessed Navid. "That bastard has no idea -"
"Navid," interjected Adrianna. "He's gone."
"I know," breathed Navid, taking her hands. "I'm just glad you're here." He planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "I love you so much."
"Thanks for saving me," whispered Adrianna, holding his face. "You always save me."
Wilson Residence:
"May I say," began Dixon charmingly. "You look beautiful tonight." Silver blushed shyly and smacked Dixon on his arm.
"Come on, Dixon," responded Silver, placing the camera on the tripod. "Let's get serious here. I have to get this on film so I can put this on the video reel for the reception."
"I am," answered Dixon with a grin. "I'm very serious about you, Erin Silver."
"Well as much as I want to hear every beautiful thing you want to say about me," began Silver. "Tell me something special about your parents." She pressed the record button on her camera and gazed back at Dixon.
"My parents," began Dixon slowly. "...are pretty special people." Silver smiled. "They've proven that their love for one another can overcome any obstacle and struggle that life may throw at them. Their love gives me hope. When I look at my parents, I see the fulfillment of life - to immerse oneself in someone else and to wake a heart long, afraid, to feel."
Silver took a deep breath and silently felt her heart skip a beat.
"This is for you, mom and dad," finished Dixon. "Thanks for raising Annie and me to be the people we are today and I hope life gives you more blessings. I love you both." Silver reached for her camera and turned it off.
"That was really beautiful, Dixon," muttered Silver, standing up. Dixon carefully stood up behind her.
"I love you, Silver," confessed Dixon. Silver shut her eyes and turned herself around.
"Dixon," she whispered, feeling his breath crash against her soft face.
"I want to immerse myself in you," Dixon murmured. "To wake your heart that has been long, afraid, to feel." Dixon placed his hand over her heart.
"Dixon," Silver whispered again.
"No," Dixon muttered. "I know you feel it, too. I know you can feel this, too." He placed her hand over his heart.
"Dixon," she breathed. "For a long time, I haven't been able to love you the way you love me, because I couldn't love myself." She cleared her throat. "After losing my mother, my baby, my body, and this cancer -" Dixon caressed her face. "I haven't felt enough for you. I didn't think you could want me anymore. That you could love me anymore."
"That's where you're wrong, Silver," replied Dixon. "I want you. All of you. Every piece of you." He leaned in and kissed her passionately as she pressed her body back against his. Silver began to strip Dixon down as he carefully led her to his bed.
Wilson Residence:
Annie and Naomi stood in the living room as they welcomed in the guests to the starlit backyard.
"The ceremony is through those doors," directed Naomi. "Leave the wedding gifts on the gift table and grab a drink on the patio. Enjoy!"
"I can't believe this is happening," chirped Annie.
"Oh my God, neither can I," gritted Naomi. "I'm gonna kill Mark." Confused, Annie, followed Naomi's eyes to a familiar man walking towards them.
"Jordan?" spat Annie, shocked. "I'm gonna go find Dixon."
"Don't you leave me," gritted Naomi, struggling to hold on to Annie's dress. "Don't you -" Jordan halted in front of Naomi and smiled civilly. "Jordan."
"Naomi," greeted Jordan. "You look amazing."
"Don't I always," sang Naomi dramatically. "The ceremony is through those doors. Leave the -"
"I want to talk, Naomi," interjected Jordan. "I want you back." Naomi scoffed and brushed her hair away from her striking eyes.
"You want me back?" scoffed Naomi.
"Yes," confessed Jordan. "Just give me a chance to talk to you."
"You want to talk?" mocked Naomi. "Let's talk." Naomi smacked her lips. "You broke up with me. You broke my heart. You didn't even give me a chance to explain myself. And now you want me back?" Naomi folded her arms. "Please. I'm with a man who respects and loves me. So I would appreciate it if you do not talk to me tonight and forever." Jordan cleared his throat. "The ceremony is through those doors. Leave the wedding gifts on the gift table and grab a drink on the patio. Enjoy." Jordan tightened his tie and quickly walked away.
"So you're with me?" muttered Max from behind. Naomi turned around and smiled affectionately back at him.
"Something like that," whispered Naomi, taking his hands. "Hi, Max."
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Annie dragged her feet around the house as she intently searched for her brother.
"Ade," called Annie. "Have you seen Dixon?"
"No," answered Adrianna, fixing her dress. "Have you seen Silver?"
"No," answered Annie.
"She's filming the ceremony and I need her to get my good side when I sing," explained Adrianna. "When you see her, tell her to get her butt outside." Adrianna turned around and made her way to the backyard.
"Ugh," spat Annie. "Dixon, where are you?" Dixon and Silver suddenly emerged out of the room behind Annie.
"Annie," nervously greeted Silver, zipping up her dress.
"Annie," added Dixon, fixing his bow-tie. Annie turned around and fiercely thinned her eyes. "Hey."
"Oh my God," spat Annie, disturbed. "Oh my God."
"What?" muttered Silver.
"Oh my God!" hissed Annie. "You guys were just doing it!" Annie cover her mouth. "In there! You two! Doing it! Together!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," responded Dixon nervously. "Can you keep your voice down low, please."
"Yeah," added Silver.
"I totally know you guys just did it!" added Annie. "This is so gross."
"Okay," responded Silver. "Just please don't tell anyone."
"Please," spat Annie. "If I can tell, so can Naomi and everyone else."
"Let's just go to the ceremony, please," Dixon suggested.
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Annie, Dixon, and Silver rushed downstairs as the ceremony was to begin momentarily.
"Dixon!" called Naomi, halting all three. "Hold it!"
"Naomi," responded Dixon. Naomi gazed at Dixon and Silver, examining their entire body.
"Oh my God," breathed Naomi, thinning her eyes.
"I told you," muttered Annie, resting her head against her hand.
"Not now, Naomi," pleaded Silver.
"You guys were totally doing it!" hissed Naomi, placing her hand on her hips.
"Naomi," nervously laughed Dixon.
"The minister could hear you from all the way over here," gritted Silver.
"Oh, please," spat Naomi. "If I can tell, so can the minister." Annie rolled her eyes. "Speaking of the minister. He cancelled."
"What?" said Annie, shocked. "What are we going to do?"
"I'm going to make sure the camera is set up," added Silver. "I'll be outside. Good luck with that." Silver quickly snuck out to the backyard. "I'll see you outside, Dixon."
"You Dirty Dixon," teased Naomi. Dixon grinned bashfully.
"Naomi!" Annie snapped. "The minister?"
"Don't be such a Worry Wilson," interjected Naomi. "I have a plan." She took out her phone.
"What are you doing?" asked Annie. "Now's not the time to be texting, Naomi."
"I'm not texting," Naomi retorted. "I'm ordaining Dixon to be minister. It's only gonna take like two minutes. Trust me this is going to work."
"Wait, what?" muttered Dixon.
"You're a minister," explained Naomi, holding up her phone. Annie stole the phone from her hands. "According to you are. Reverend Dixon."
Wilson Residence:
Debbie stood close by the curtains and nervously watched as the guests filled up the seats. She caught a glimpse of Harry walking down the aisle as Dixon patiently waited for him.
"How are you feeling, momma?" asked Annie sweetly, resting her head on Debbie's shoulder.
"Loved," answered Debbie genuinely, wiping her tear. "I feel like I am the luckiest woman alive today." Debbie cleared her throat. "Is that even possible?"
"Of course it is, mom," assured Annie. "You deserve to be with your person. You deserve to be happy, mom." They both embraced each other as they joyfully wept in each other's arms. "Are you ready?"
"I've been ready my whole life," answered Debbie, watching Annie stroll through the backdoor.
Annie strolled beautifully down the aisle as she made her way to the side of the altar. The crowd rose to their feet as Adrianna took the mic. Debbie flowed out the backdoor and onto the aisle with the rhythm and cadence of Adrianna's sweet voice. The night sky hovered over the ceremony like a quiet song. The stars twinkled in delight as family and friends joyfully awaited Debbie's arrival.
Liam winked at Annie and caught a glimpse of Ivy taking a seat in the back row. Naomi stood next to Silver as she carefully filmed Debbie down the aisle. Navid, Max, and Mark sat comfortably in the front as Dixon took his place next to his father.
"She's beautiful," whispered Harry to Annie and Dixon.
"Yeah," breathed Annie. "She really is."
Debbie made her way down the aisle and happily met Harry at the end. As they turned to face the altar, the crowd took their seats and Dixon made his way towards his parents. Harry and Debbie exchanged confused glances and chuckled softly.
"We are all gathered here today," began Dixon. "...to join my parents in renewing their marriage vows. And to start the year off together, again. Their love has safely brought them here today." Annie smiled eagerly. "But that doesn't mean the road hasn't always been easy. There have been hardships and trials, but that hasn't diminished the love they have for one another."
Harry and Debbie smiled affectionately at their son.
"They have taught me," began Dixon. "...that love is giving chances when there are no more chances to give." Dixon cleared his throat. "And so now...mom and dad...when you're ready..."
"Debbie," Harry began, sliding her wedding ring through her finger. "I want to thank you for loving me. For giving me this wonderful life with our kids. I know I haven't been the best man I can be for you, but when I'm with you, all I ever want to be...is to be a better man for you. You have shown me how to love unconditionally. I promise from this day forward to spoil you with my love. You're my everything, Debbie. In your eyes, I have found my home. In your heart, I have found my love. This I vow, today."
"Harry," Debbie began, sliding his wedding ring through her finger. "There's not a day that goes by that I don't ever think of you. You are my universe. You have this ability to see the world in a different view and I am so fortunate to be your wife. You have been my best friend, mentor, playmate, confidant, and my greatest challenge. But most importantly, you are the love of my life. I promise to share with you the joys of life, through sickness and in health, till death do us part. This I sacredly vow today. Always and forever."
Annie quickly wiped away her joyful tears as she smiled gracefully at her parents.
"I now pronounce you," Dixon began. "...husband and wife, again! You may now kiss the bride!"
"I love you," Harry whispered, leaning into Debbie.
"I love you, too," Debbie sweetly muttered, pressing her lips on his. The crowd roared excitedly as Harry and Debbie exchanged kisses. Glorious fireworks galantly erupted in the night sky as the new year arrived in Beverly Hills, 90210.