"She's going to be here any minute." Daphne whispered in hushed excitement.

Having hosted the party, it seemed only fair that Robin should go and pick up the bride-to-be on the eve of her wedding. Bobbie and Laura were in charge of the decorations while Daphne and Georgie decided on the games and beverages. Audrey and Alexis provided the food, a role no one had expected Robin to pass on to anyone else. The fact of the matter was there was no time left for her to tackle anything else.

"She doesn't suspect a thing." Laura assured them confidently. To say anything had gone the way her soon-to-be-daughter-in-law expected it to would be a bold-faced lie. When Robin and Georgie came to her with the idea, she had jumped at the chance. She would get this right, no matter what. It was past time Elizabeth realized how important, how vital she was to her friends and family.

"Shh!" Georgie whispered. "I can hear Robin down the hall."

"I didn't know pregnancy provided extra sensitive hearing too." Daphne whispered to Bobbie.

"Now, Lucky told me how you get when it comes to blindfolds. Don't think you can try anything on me." Robin teased Elizabeth as she led her down the hall. "Stop trying to peek!"

"Then clearly Lucky didn't tell you everything." Elizabeth pouted. "You two shouldn't talk anymore. It's ending up badly for me."

"Aw, poor Elizabeth. Just keep moving forward. We're almost there."

"Almost where?"

"It's a surprise."

"You're stepping on my toes!" Bobbie shrieked as the four of them tried to cram behind the couch.

"Shh! Shh!"

"Robin? Can I take off this blindfold yet?" Elizabeth asked as her best friend pulled her through the door.

"Almost." Robin flipped on the light. "Okay, now."

"Finally!" Elizabeth exclaimed as she hurriedly raised her hands to remove the pink scarf Robin had tied around her head a few minutes ago. "Really what is the big...?"

"SURPRISE!" Four heads shot up from behind the couch.

"What on Earth?" Elizabeth smiled as she took in the faces of her friends and soon to be family. "What are you all doing here?"

"Welcome to your extra-special bachelorette party." Robin explained, placing a tiara on Elizabeth's head.

"My what? Robin, I told you not go to any trouble."

"We didn't go to any trouble, did we ladies?" A collective "no" rattled off the walls.

"I think you are all liars. But I love you for it." Elizabeth smiled.

"We have all kinds of things here." Robin told her. "Games. Margarita mix."

Catching the look Elizabeth was giving her, Georgie held up her hands. "There is also a bottle of Sparkling Apple Juice."

"So guest of honor," Laura wrapped her arm around Elizabeth's shoulders. "What would you like to do first? Spa? Games?"

"Give me a minute to process all this first." Elizabeth shook her head. "I wasn't prepared for this. I wasn't expecting to see you for example. I thought your tour was just way too busy." She grinned as she pointed to Daphne.

Shoot sugar. I just told that man of yours I was coming and if he tried to stop me, I'd sue to leave his company for someone else." Daphne smiled sweetly.

Elizabeth laughed. So that was why Lucky had randomly asked himself, "She wouldn't. Would she?" all week. "I like your strategy."

"You know me. Whatever works sugar. Whatever works."

"And if you're all here, who has the kids?"

It was Bobbie who answered her question, grinning from ear to ear. "Well, at Alexis's request, we left the kids with Sam and David."

"I'm sorry I thought she wanted to have a good relationship with Sam."

"Well they said they wanted to help." Georgie spoke up. "And besides, Dad had to work and Alexis worked out the food. Don't worry. They have your grandmother on speed dial if anything happens."

"God bless them. I'm sure they will swear off ever considering children after tonight."

"Or it could inspire future offspring." Laura countered with a faraway look in her eyes.

"I hope you are thinking about Lulu cause that ship's sailed." Elizabeth warned Laura.

"Are you hungry? Alexis really outdid herself with this lasagna." Robin wanted to know.

"Starving." Elizabeth declared. "Bring on the food."

*****

"You guys wouldn't know talent if it bit you in the ass." Taggert groaned as he exited the stage. He had been belting out "The Dance" by Garth Brooks for the last ten minutes until the guys finally started throwing beer nuts at him.

"That song is only four minutes long. How did he make it seem like twenty?" Lucky wondered.

"It's your own fault." Cruz rolled his eyes. "You told him if it was so easy, he should do it."

"I thought he would punk out like Patrick did."

"Excuse me?" Patrick brought his hand to his chest. "I did not punk out. Someone had to distribute the alcohol."

"That is just a fancy way of saying chicken." Lucky smiled.

"Oh yeah? Well why don't you get up there Fabio?" Patrick suggested, throwing back a shot of tequila.

"And don't worry." Cruz added. "We'll pick the perfect song for you."

"Like I trust people who still reference Fabio." Lucky smirked as he stood up. "I already picked out a song thank you very much."

"Oh yeah? What was it? 'I Will Survive?'"

"Who told you that was what I picked out for you?"

Patrick gave him a toothy smile. "Well?"

"You'll just have to wait and see." Lucky smirked. "I don't want to give you a complex."

"Too much talking." Luke declared as he returned to the table with another round of drinks. "This is your last night of freedom Cowboy. Drink up!"

"Dad." Lucky rolled his eyes. "You don't actually want to still be drunk the day of the wedding."

Luke shrugged his shoulders. "So we'll drink your share. Still works."

"He does have a point. Though, this time, can someone direct me elsewhere when I get sick? Aunt Laura's still upset about me barfing in that silver vase."

"That's why we're at Jake's." Cruz pointed out. "Like you'd be the first one to puke on the floor here?"

"I can't believe we're all married or about to be." Patrick mused thoughtfully.

"It's all your fault too." Luke told Cruz. "I showed you boys the system."

"Oh yes. The system." Lucky nodded.

"It was obviously faulty to begin with." Cruz declared.

"How so?" Luke demanded.

"You got married before any of us ever even thought about it."

"Oh sure. Turn on me." Luke grumbled, throwing back his whiskey and soda. "All you had to do was stick to plan. Instead, you all relied on different poking devices."

"If this is him in the beginning, what will come flying out of his mouth when he's three sheets to the wind?" Cruz muttered worriedly.

"I don't even want to consider it." Lucky shuddered. "He's cut off."

"What?" Luke leaned forward to figure out why they were whispering.

"We were just saying it's your turn. We picked out a song and everything." Patrick helped him out of his chair and steered him toward the stage.

"Yes it's your turn Dad. Bring down the house."

The host smiled as Luke made his way onto the stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Luke Spencer doing 'Bye Bye Bye'" he announced to rowdy crowd.

*****

"Presenting the future Mrs. Lucky Spencer as a pretty pink princess ballerina." Bobbie announced, waiting for Elizabeth to appear from behind the makeshift curtain fort where she and the other three girls were waiting in line.

"If I see one camera flash, I'm getting pictures of all of you in mud masks and posting them at the reception." Elizabeth warned.

"She says such nice things." Daphne teased, pushing her forward.

"Well you only threaten the ones you love." They made loud whooping voices as she took the "stage"—two blue Yoga mats pushed together—while Laura and Bobbie wrote down her score on two note cards and held them up.

"I only rate an eight?"

"That's as high as the score goes." Robin promised, playing with the ends of her yellow Beauty and the Beast dress.

"Whoever heard of a point system that goes to eight?" Elizabeth wondered.

"Ten was getting too much attention." Georgie informed her, tugging at her blonde pigtails. Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls? Would the blonde jokes never end?

"I don't think I want to know the story behind that." Elizabeth declared as she grabbed another handful of M&Ms before flopping back on the bed.

"You did great honey." Daphne nodded, adjusting her blue headband. She made a better Jasmine than that animated brat. All she needed now was a tiger. Well, she always had Marcus.

"I think it's time for board games." Robin suggested, kickboxing the pillow fort until it collapsed.

"We have Girl Talk, Life, Mystery Date, Careers. What do you want Elizabeth?" Georgie asked.

"What about a good girlie movie instead?"

"I think we have every one ever made." Laura reached for the bag of movies they had brought over.

"We have Robin Hood." Robin nudged Elizabeth's side. "The version with Kevin Costner."

"Blerg. Next."

"Bed Of Roses with Christian Slater."

"Now you're talking."

"I made something special for you." Robin led her to the kitchen where a heart-shaped Death By Chocolate cake sat on the counter waiting for her.

"I changed my mind. We're getting married tomorrow."

"Ladies. Christian doesn't like to be kept waiting." Georgie reminded them.

"Well we can't have that now can we?"

"No we can't. Now scoot!"

"Yes ma'am!"