Kay, well, in the ... two?... reviews I got, none of them said opinions on whether I should throw in extra drama to draw the plot out before the wedding, so heck, I'm making my own choice.

A bit of planning, the bachelor/bachelorette parties, the wedding, and maybe a quick epilogue before this is done. Two or three chapters left.

Sammy's POV:

"Ohmigod," Tessa squealed. "This one's perfect for you, Sammy!"

"You think?" I was suddenly shy, turning left and right in the mirror in the frilly, fluffy dress that was a crystalline white. Tiny beads lined the hem, converging in a V on my chest. As I turned, they threw off tiny shards of light, making the entire dress so much more surreal. I mean, sure, I had imagined my wedding day, planned it out with friends, but I'd never truly prepared for standing here, in front of the ten-foot mirror, trying on wedding dresses with the full intent of using them.

"Sammy, it's your choice, but I think it looks great. I mean, the shape fits you perfectly. Even a prude like you has nothing to complain about!"

Reluctantly, I had to agree. I was indeed a self-admitted prude, but the neckline of the dress dropped enough to be glamorous and tantalizing while still seeming modest and not slutty.

"Alright. I'll take it," I announced. One of the saleswomen standing by skittered off to go begin ringing it up, and the other bustled over to help me take it off.

"Hey, Tessa, grab my phone from my purse, will you?" She grabbed my shoulder bag that served as a purse, and rifled through it until she triumphantly found my iPhone and handed it to me. I checked off the "Wedding Dress" checkmark, and grinned as I looked at the next one.

Phew. The personal torture of trying on dresses was over - now it was Tessa's turn. Although, knowing her, she was probably going to enjoy it.

I collapsed onto the coach, kicking my heels off and rubbing my sore feet as I groaned in agony.

"What on earth was wrong with the first bouquet shop, Tess?" I exclaimed.

"Too cheap." She flipped her blond locks behind her head and sat down next to me, looking as though she had no intention of taking off her own heels.

"And what is wrong with cheap?" I asked, affronted. Almost my entire apartment was designed around "cheap".

"Oh, nothing, nothing, but you're marrying one of the richest men on the planet. Might as well make your wedding flashy."

"First off, Tim is nowhere near the richest on the planet. He makes more money than I could dream of, obviously, but there's always Bill Gates, or Steve Jobs, or -"

"Honey, Steve Jobs is dead."

"He was still rich before he died! Anyway," I continued as she opened her mouth to protest. "Secondly, his personality is so much more amazing than his riches. If he were broke, I'd still be in love with him. 'In sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse..."

I trailed off, replaying the moment in my mind as he asked me to be his wife, gorgeous green eyes sparkling. He may not have been on one knee, but I was lucky enough to still have him alive, still have him able to whisper those three words into my ear, sending delightful shivers down my spine.

Tessa was smiling softly at me, green-blue eyes shining.

"You really are in love, aren't you," she mused. "So this is what it's like..."

"Love? Of course I'm in love, I'm marrying the man. The man of my dreams..."

"Okay, okay, enough with the lovey stuff," she cut in, laughing. "Want to call the caterers, begin invitations, or save all that till tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow!" I gasped eagerly. She chuckled to herself, rising to her full height. She was considered about average in general, but to me, she was nearly a head taller.

"Okay, bright and early tomorrow then. Seven?" I sighed.

"Do I have to?" I whined. "I'm not a morning person. You know that, Tess."

She raised her eyebrow. "Do you want to get married next month?"

I raised my hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, you win. Tomorrow at seven, I'll see you then."

Timmy and I had planned our wedding to correspond with our birthday - since we shared the same birthday, we figured it would be symbolic if our wedding was celebrated on our birthday. Not to mention, that would be the best birthday present ever.

When the door had shut behind Tessa, I let out a sigh of relief, and grabbed my phone, dialing the number I knew by heart. He picked up on the first ring.

"Hey, love. How was dress shopping?"

"Ugh," I groaned, and he laughed. "I should rephrase. Did you find the dress?"

"Yep," I chirped happily. "And you don't get to see it for another month."

"That's so not fair," Tim complained. I could practically hear his adorable pout through the phone. "You've seen me in a tux, and I don't get to see you in a dress until the wedding day?"

I giggled. "I've only seen you in a tux on T.V., and besides, how do I know what your wedding day tux will look like?"

"Then can you wear a different dress that I can see?" His voice was teasing, and still hopeful and the same time.

"Sorry, darling, I honestly don't own one."

"Can I still come over?"

"Please do, babe. You know I can't sleep without you anymore."

"I'll be over in five. I love you."

"I love you too."

Just to clear things up, they haven't slept together as in, sleeping together. They've slept together as in slept in the same bed, been asleep in one another's arms.

Reviews appreciated, hope you enjoy - I know this one was a bit slow. (: