*Chapter 23: The Wedding*

With the way Marissa thinks, one would automatically suspect her a wedding planner. She vetoed lots of ideas. Rock music, instead of organists, jeans vs. dresses, no makeup. Veto, veto, veto.

So about 6 months after Casey proposed, I'm now an FBI agent (thank-you Daddy! :D) preparing to walk down the aisle.

In a dress. Strapless. Somewhat fancy. But Marissa and Casey insisted. Meaning anything goes. I'll tell you what'll be goin'. and it won't be pretty.

Anyway, I heard a knock on my dressing room door, and Marissa's back automatically straightened, "Who is it?"

"Man! You're still there? When'll I getta see Sammy?" came Casey's voice.

"When she walks down the aisle, now GO!" she yelled. I think she might be more nervous than me. Which really scares Casey. Hey, women CAN be scary, you know? It's not all rainbows and ponies and happiness like SOME men think.

Marissa, Holly and Dot only got ready to be my bridesmaids when Marissa was SURE I was perfect. Even when it was time for me to walk down the aisle, she stopped to make sure I as perfect before following me down.

Now, getting me to wear a dress was hard enough. So trust me, NO ONE was expecting me to come gliding down the aisle like a princess. Decked out in a strapless white dress, elbow length white gloves, makeup, and my tiara/veil thing Marissa got me. Trust me, eyes popped (yup, Casey's too), jaws dropped (yup, Casey's too) and gasps of shock and surprise filled the room (don't worry, Casey was including in those gasps). Yet we still continued gliding down the aisle, as if all of my gawking guests weren't even there.

"You look beautiful, Angel." my dad winked at me before handing me off to Casey. We stared at each other, completely ignoring the priest's words. He looked perfectly handsome in his black suit and bow tie, Our staring contest was interrupted by us having to say 'I do.'

"Casey Acosta, do you take this women to be your lawfully wedded wife?" with a quick yet cute smirk in my direction, he nodded firmly,

"I do."

"and Samantha Keyes, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." he then gave us permission to kiss.

"You may now kiss the bride." and the book was snapped shut.

It was like our first kiss all over again. But better. My arms around his neck, his at my waist.

Oh, and hundreds of people were staring at us like we were a freak show. When we finally pulled away, cheers erupted throughout the crowd, and Casey and I lead the way back down the aisle hand-in-hand.

Marissa, Anna, and my mother were at my side instantly, fussing with my hair, dress, and makeup. My dad, Shaya and Zack gradually made their way over, congratulating us and pulling the girls away from me. I noticed Catherine, Colby, and the kids kept distance.

I was pretty thankful for that.

Heather, Candi, (they weren't so bad now thanks to Casey) Warren and Anna hugged us (YES Heather and Candi too) congrats then followed us to the tables.

Although we had trouble with the dancing part of the wedding, my dad and Stephanie helped us.

To a length anyway.

Our wedding may have not been perfect to someone else, but to us, it was.

Our wedding was perfect. Even if I was in a dress, with makeup, and looked like a princess. We had fun. Casey and I were happy.

We lived the day, we laughed, and of course, we kissed. We just were.

We were ourselves.