Okay, I realized that a lot of you were confused about the situation from chaps 1 and 2, so I'm going to explain it.

Basically, Max was angry at him making all the decisions by himself in the first chapter. She doesn't really like the business, but since it's what keeps her and her family alive, she decides that marrying Dylan would probably be the best choice for her mom to have a better life. Don't forget that in the summary I said that everybody matured. Was that clear? Yes? No? If not, just PM me and I'll try explaining in a different matter. :)

Also, to all of you people who are like, "When is Fang coming back? I'm getting kind of sick of waiting," just wait. He's coming, don't worry. And for you upset people about how she acts, don't worry, you'll be pleased in the end.

Anywayyyy, onto the chapter!

Disclaimer: If I owned Maximum Ride, I wouldn't be broke right now. But I am. So I don't own it.

Chapter 3

So maybe I was being childish.

Yeah, it was my wedding day. Yes, it was just for business. Yes, I'm not very girly.

But c'mon, that dress looks like it was stuffed with small children, it was so poofy!

"Well, I'm sorry Max," my mom said irately, "but you wouldn't go into the wedding dress store so I let Angel pick since she wanted to!"

"But…"

"No buts."

"It looks hideous!"

"Deal with it."

I pouted sitting on a chair in just a t-shirt and shorts, when Nudge and Ella walked in clicking scissors and smiling like angels.

"Don't worry, Ms. M," Nudge said, pulling out a sewing kit out of nowhere, "the fashion police are here to fix this living disaster!"

Just like that, they attacked the white mass and lace and material went flying, their eyes red with excitement.

Jeez. Girls can be scary sometimes.

"Done!" Ella said at last, wiping some sweat off her forehead, pulling out some lipstick from her bag and fixing her make-up.

I gasped when I looked back at the dress. Yes, I gasped.

Instead of resembling a wig from colonial times, it looked like something out of a Disney movie.

It had a sweetheart neckline and scooped into the back and went down to the floor in a ball gown. To those who have no clue what I'm saying, don't worry, I'm just getting this from Ella.

"We removed the lace from one of the layers and then put it on the top, and since we had a little left over, we made a headband as well," she added to her explanation.

"Doesn't it look adorbs now?!" Nudge squealed, admiring her work.

"Yeah, it looks amazing," I complimented, staring at it with wide eyes. "How did you even-"

Nudge pressed a slender finger to my mouth. "Shh…" she hushed. "Just think of this as another wedding gift."

"Happy now?" my mom sighed, smiling.

"I guess," I said.

"So get changed!" she said. "You wasted close to an hour!" She turned to Nudge and Ella. "Girls, I leave her in your hands, okay?"

They nodded, and looked over to me with hints of evil lurking in the corner of their eyes. "We'll make her look stunning."

Frick.

…

After much struggling, orders of "stop struggling Max!", and breathless chases every time I ran away, they managed to stuff me into the dress and put on about sixty layers of make-up on me.

When they were done, I felt like a fish out of water, holding onto a chair to make sure I didn't pass out.

"…and we also put your hair up in a bun, so if it's too tight, then try and deal with it because we already made it perfect," Ella blabbered.

I saw my mom walk in the room, and I turned to her, my eyes pleading "help." Unfortunately, she didn't seem to notice.

"Max!" my mom cooed. "You look… amazing!"

"I… can't… breathe…" I whispered.

"That's normal!" she sang. "Now wait a while, the ceremony's about to start! Nudge, Ella, can you two stand outside for a second please? I need to talk to her for a second."

They nodded, and once she shut the doors, she immediately turned back to me, giving me a big hug, making me gasp a little for air.

"Max, you can't turn back today once the wedding's over. You don't regret doing this?" She said, tears beginning to roll down her face.

"Yeah, I'm sure mom. If it's for you, then I'll do it," I said, trying not to be stiff and patting her hair. "Don't cry, you'll ruin your make-up."

She quietly sobbed for a bit, before stepping back, wiping away her tear marks, and fixing her make-up. "Well, I'll see you out there okay?" she whispered to me once she finished. "And you look beautiful today, darling."

She quickly moved to the door, stepping outside without looking back at me, and hurried to the sanctuary where the rest of the moms were.

"Ummm…" Nudge said, peeking into the room. "Did something happen between you two?"

I shook my head. "No, nothing. C'mon, the ceremony's going to start soon. Help me get to the doors because this dress is heavy."

Nudge and Ella helped me stand in the death heels and walked me to the doors of the church where Jeb was waiting. Well, didn't he look all fancy.

"Don't fall," was all he said, as we linked arms, waiting for our turn to go out. "There are many business partners inside right now."

Wow, such amazing support, right?

Angel walked in first, accompanying somebody in my family's child who was around four (I think she's Dylan's aunt's-brother's-son's-daughter, but I can never be too sure), throwing blood red flower petals and wearing matching dresses with red sashes.

Next came the bridesmaids and the groomsmen. The maids were in white dresses with red bouquets, and the men were in classic tuxes with red (go figure) flowers sticking out from the breast pocket and white ties.

Finally it was my turn.

Taking a deep (or at least what I thought was deep) breath, I stepped onto the aisle, trying not to look like I was dragging Jeb along that much.

This was it.

With every step, I could feel my heart rate increase.

Was I ready?

Before I knew it, Jeb had walked to the side and I was staring into Dylan's face.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…" the priest started.

I glanced at the crowd. Unlike Ella's wedding, I saw a lot of important figures and people I've seen on TV. My mom sat straight-faced on my side next to the other moms, who also shared the same expression. For some reason, I felt a twang in my heart, but I ignored it and looked back at Dylan.

He was dressed like the groomsmen, but instead of red flowers and a white tie, he had white flowers and a red tie. Wow. Such a big difference.

He caught me looking at him, and sent me a small smile, one that could've won over every single girl in my grade except for me.

"If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace," the priest said, glancing around the room for any protesters.

At this moment, the words my mother said just minutes ago came back to me.

"You don't regret doing this?"

And then it hit me. Regret.

Like a lightning bolt struck me, I knew I couldn't do it anymore.

Just as the priest was about to continue, I spoke.

"I…" I whispered.

He stopped and looked at me.

"I… I'm sorry," I now said, louder and bolder.

Just like that, like a miracle, the doors opened violently and I heard a voice.

"Stop the wedding! I object!"

Here comes the good part! Yayyy! Man, I became a wedding expert over the weekend. I've never heard so many terms just for "fabric," nor do I ever want to either. Because I and most of ya'll don't like cliffies (and since I don't have anything to do), my next update WILL be on Christmas. Just think of it as a present! I'll try and update by Christmas morning, but it might be night. Depending on if I survive Christmas Eve's dinner with my two nieces hanging off me. Well, reviews always are very satisfying so, as usual, my only request is: R&R?