Apparently we were going to stay at the Trump Plaza. The rooms were beautiful, so extravagant and elegant. We had a whole floor to ourselves the rooms right next to each other all attached. I looked into the fridge. It read the prices, twenty dollars for a soda? Oh well.

Seto, Mokuba and I decided since the wedding wasn't for another few days we'd enjoy the sights like we should.

The wax museum was so creepy, they all looked so real! We even ate New York hot dogs of course I had to force Seto to try one. We tried all sorts of food. It was free in the big Mall with the glass elevators! I loved that place. From there, we scoped out shopping stores and boutiques. Seto and Mokuba bought clothes from so many stores!

We headed to Forbidden Planet and the Barnes and Nobles had escalators and even a Starbucks! Speaking of which there's a Starbucks on every corner I stopped counting after ten. Sephora was like Magic! I definitely couldn't help but buy their make-up! The AMC theatre and the Plays like RENT, Tarzan, and Lion King were fantastic. People were nice too! Not one of them said "fucking tourists" to us when we asked them to take pictures of us! Yay!

This place reminded me so much of Shinjuku except everything was Americanized.

We headed down to Grand Central Station. It's like an underground city down there. I swear! So many passages and people and things to see! We even came across a Dueling area. Mokuba wanted to Duel and persuaded Seto to go in and have a match. But of course Seto being himself said none of them were worth the time...he did beat them though! Ha! After asking for directions five times we finally exited out of there. After getting our faces painted (Seto refused saying it would make him look like an idiot) and our names painted and we even got drawn in this weird cartoon way just like anime. We did more shopping and our last stop was Central Park! Mokuba got on a horse but after he fell off Seto got mad and said he'd buy him a horse when they got back to Japan. And then he mumbled 'and some desperately needed lessons.' I was laughing the whole time!

"Whew! It's been such a short week!" I exclaimed "Everything flew by so quickly." I looked over to Seto who was messing with his PDA. I placed my hand over his making him stop. "No," I shook my head, "no work." He rolled his eyes pressed a few more things then placed it into his messenger bag.

"You and Mokuba spend too much money," he stated flatly. "Me?" He made me feel a bit guilty but he was not going to ruin my fun. No way. Nuh uh.

"Well excuse me Mr. I-just-bought-a-345,000-dollar-car!" I grinned in triumph. "Hmph," he smirked, "a car is a necessity." "It don't need to cost that much." I snapped my fingers in a Z formation. "Oh god, don't tell me you're going to start doing that." He turned to me raising his eyebrow. "Isn't it cute? I saw an American girl do it to her boyfriend in the department store!" His face remained emotionless. "It's not cute."

"Are you ready for the wedding tomorrow Hitomi?" I side glanced at him as he looked up at the moon. It was late October but the weather was perfect. It was also a three-quarter moon and even with all the pollution there were hundreds of stars visible in the sky.

"I guess; it's not my wedding, so, I shouldn't have to be nervous. Right?" "I suppose." He answered flatly again. I wonder what was wrong with him. He's usually not this dead, okay so he is but not with me. At least not anymore...

"Let us get back to the Hotel. Who knows what Mokuba could be up too."

When we arrived I stared at my dress I had to wear tomorrow. Slowly laying my head on the pillow facing the wall I fell asleep to the familiar sound of a keyboard's keys clacking away.

"Always...working," I drifted off.
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"You may now kiss the bride!" Mr. Tate dipped the now Mrs. Tate and gave her the most passionate kiss I had ever seen.

I threw rice at them as they began walking down the stairs of the humongous Chapel. "Are you girls ready?" Mitsuki yelled getting ready to throw the bouquet. I stepped aside not wanting to get in the way but then started laughing as the bouquet flung into the air and landed on Seto's head. He quickly handed them to me while turning a slight shade of pink.

"They're for girls," he turned away. Everyone cheered waving to the limo that was now leaving.

"I hope they have fun on their honey moon." I said to Seto as we drove back to Trump Plaza. "Yeah they didn't want to do an after party because they wanted to get straight to the real fun," Mokuba exclaimed grinning.

"Ugh I'm so tired!" Mokuba threw his arms up in the air letting out a huge yawn before throwing himself back on the bed. "I'm going to sleep guys! Goodnight." The door clicked as he locked it making sure nobody disturbed his sleep.

I walked into my room finding a note on my bed along with a hanger and a huge bag attached.

'Just because there wasn't an after party doesn't mean we can't have a good time. Be ready by 8 o'clock and meet me in the Lobby.

-Kaiba'

I smiled opening up the bag. "Wow," I glanced at the clock it read 7:15P. 'Oh no! He wants me to get ready that quick? What does he think I am? A Machine?'

I quickly jumped into the shower scrubbing every part of my body as quick as I could. The scent of vanilla was everywhere. They had really good products here. Quickly applying some make-up I then picked up some gel and moose. Smearing it all over my hair then pulled it all back.

The kimono was gorgeous. And even though it was a mere object I felt inferior to it. Like it was too special for me...7:50P

"Oh well feel inferior later," I slipped on the kimono and ran to the elevator slipping on my shoes as I waited for it to get down to the lobby floor.

I placed my hand on the banister and slowly walked down the stairs making sure I wouldn't trip.

But when I saw Seto I couldn't help but lose my balance on the last step. He caught my arm.

His black suit looked gorgeous on him as his red tie and sapphire ring stood out in a contrast. The ring was bringing out his eye color even more.

"It just isn't a special occasion if you don't trip." I turned pink.

"I hoped it fit you. I had to guess your measurements. You put on some weight since you've got here," he laughed, "when in Rome right? But in this case when in America, you never were one to resist food."

He took my hand leading me out to a limo.

My fairytale was just beginning.