Annabeth,

I pulled my wet hair into a ponytail and looked at my cell phone for the time.

My bachelorette party had been more fun that I had thought, and it probably would have been more fun if there hadn't been the rule about me not running into Percy tonight. And Jason had called just about every fun place on the island.

But I had fun with my friends, and that was really all I cared about.

For last four hours, we had been having all sort of 'Pre-Wedding' fun that I would probably regret tomorrow morning, when the hangover set in.

But, aside from the partying with my closest friends, I was most excited to pick up Sarah tonight.

Tomorrow, I'd barely see her. I'd be picked apart for the wedding until I looked perfect, or as close to perfect as I could possibly get. The wedding was about two o'clock. After the wedding, we were all hanging around for a last hurrah together.

The next morning, they'd all be on a flight home, except for Apollo who wanted to hang around for the ladies some more. But everyone was else would leave. Rachel, Thalia, Nico, everyone. We spent a long time talking about what we should do with Sarah. We thought about keeping her here in Hawaii with us for the honeymoon. But Sally had talked us into getting alone time.

So, tomorrow morning, I had to make sure that Sarah was all packed, and I'd be dropping her stuff with Sally. Then, the day after that, Sarah' on a flight home to New York… without me.

12:03

I prayed that Sarah wouldn't already be asleep in Sally' room, and I hurried along with getting dressed.

As soon as I got in my room, I took a shower, and I had taken Calli's advice of taking my time. I dug into my hair to make sure all of the sand was out. I scrubbed at my skin to make sure it wouldn't be dry tomorrow. I washed away every trace of make-up to make sure it wouldn't linger tomorrow. And I took forever to get all of the glitter from Calli off me.

When I got dressed, I basically sprinted out of my room to three doors over, where Sally was staying.

We wouldn't be on this island long, Percy and I. We'd stay here for the day after we were married, but we'd be off to a smaller, more secluded island for the rest of our honeymoon.

I gently nocked on the door, and I mentally went over the rooms to make sure I had the right one.

Calli and Thalia- 809

Nico and Jason- 810

Frank and Grover- 811

Rachel and Hazel- 812

My dad and Step-Mom- 818

Chiron- 921 (he was on the next floor since Percy was staying with him tonight)

Malcolm and Kate- 807

Mattie and Bobby- 902

Sally and Paul- 814

This should be it.

And then the door opened.

"Annabeth," Sally smiled at me, and Sarah was quick to run to me.

I smiled as I knelt to the ground and hugged her tightly.

"There's my girl," I stroked Sarah's hair.

"Thanks for watching her for me, Sally," I smiled to Sally as I stood up and clasped Sarah's hand.

"Oh, she was a pleasure. Always is," Sally smiled at Sarah, and Sarah smiled her bubbly smile.

I had once been afraid that Sarah wouldn't fit in our family, that she had spent too much time in Westchester. But she fit in our Manhattan crowd with ease, and I couldn't be happier about that.

"You two better get some rest, big day tomorrow," Sally seemed excited about her son marrying me.

She had never liked Calli. From the stories I've heard, Calli always had to live up to the iconic Annabeth Chase the entire time that she was married to Percy.

In my family, it was the opposite. They never brought him up and hid almost all of the photos of him in the attic, except for some of the important ones like me graduating high school. If we had to talk about Percy, it was always kind of bad. He was always a way of feeling better about things.

Like a boyfriend cheats on me.

They'd say "Well at least he didn't do what Percy did."

"See you tomorrow," I smiled at Sally, and Sarah began to tell me how much fun she had with her grandmother while we walked back to the room.

By the time that I had closed the door of our room behind me, she suddenly turned around and asked me what I had been doing.

I stuttered for a moment before finally coming up with an edited version that would satisfy Sarah.

"Oh that sounds fun," Sarah shrugged like she had more fun, and she slid into bed.

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"Mommy," something poked my cheek.

I peered my eyes open and saw Sarah standing infront of my bed, with a clock reading two am behind her.

"Can I sleep with you?"

As if to answer, I moved over in the bed to make room for Sarah, and she slid right in, curling up around me.

I was about to fall asleep to the sound of her little heartbeat when she spoke up again.

"Are you going to get a divorce?"

Now this woke me up.

"What?"

"Are you and Daddy going to get a divorce?" Sarah peered up at me, her grey eyes wide.

"Why would you ask that, Sarah?"

"Because Daddy already got divorced. From Aunt Calli. I overheard Mummy and Dad-"

Sarah couldn't make an 'O' sound when she was little. So, she called Jill Mummy.

"talk about divorce a few times. Is that what married people do? Get married then get divorced?"

I stared down at Sarah in disbelieve.

Crap.

"No, Sarah. Of course not!" I tried, "Your daddy and I love each other."

"Calli and Daddy loved each other. But then they didn't anymore.

Crap. Again.

"Sometimes that happens," I admitted, thinking of how Sally had moved on from Poseidon, "But that's not going to happen to your dad and me. I promise, Sarah," I held out my pinky finger.

Sarah smiled wide as she shook my pinky, and she snuggled back around me to go to sleep.

The Wedding

Annabeth,

Had I ever looked so beautiful?

Was it even possible?

Sure, it had taken forever to look this great, but they made it look effortless.

Aphrodite had always loved my relationship with Percy, a little too much. So, I guess to make up for making our lives a Soap Opera, she had sent her personal immortal make-up artist to work on me and my wedding party. It was amazing how different we all looked but yet the same, like they were getting past all of the ugly parts and finding the beauty underneath.

They had erased Thalia's scars, but only for a short time because she wanted them back when she went back to the hunt. They had shaped up her black hair, getting rid of the weird choppy parts that seemed impossible to fix. And they even talked her into waxing, though she didn't understand why you should want to get rid of body hair (Which the make-up artists freaked out about)

They made Hazel's coffee-colored skin glow, and they managed her wild black curls to a silky up-do. And as the proof that they really were amazing, they had even talked her into wearing diamonds in her hair, fake diamonds, but she detested diamonds period thanks to her…interesting power.

They had made Calli's hangover symptoms, internal and external, disappear with a DR. Pepper and some moisturizer. They even managed to get all of the over-the-top glitter off of Calli, which could have taken days with anyone else.

Rachel had the most noticeable change. Before she had come in here, she her long red hair decked out in different colors here in there. She had almost no make-up, except for some red lipstick. She wore jeans that were covered in paint from how she taught art classes for under privileged children. And she had looked nothing like she did now.

Her hair was now silky and smooth, and only ruby red. Her green eyes shone out in the dark make-up, which brought attention to her cheekbones and thick lips. Her lips were a lighter red, and she wore her flowy black dress that she had decided on for her bridesmaids dress.

"I think I'm going to keep this color this time," Rachel smiled, placing her arm on my shoulder as she ran a hand through her silky red hair, "It'll make me seem serious but awesome when I open the charity."

"Good," I smiled. Since we were nineteen, she had changed her hair color every year.

Last year, it was mahogany brown.

The year before that was a platinum blonde.

And the year before that she had black hair with emerald green tips to match her eyes.

"Ready to get in your dress?" Rachel smiled at me, and I glanced back at the dress bag waiting in the corner for it's bride.

"I think so."

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I couldn't help but stare at myself in the mirror.

My long blonde hair was silky, and they had somehow found a way to control my curls. They had my hair tumbling down my back like I had only seen Aphrodite do. My hair was parted to the side, and the other side of my hair was being kept up by a diamond clip that was a gift from my mother.

And the dress.

Oh the dress.

It made me feel like a goddess, and I was loving every minute of it.

The top of the dress had a sort of strap that went across my chest and draped down my back. The front wrapped around me like I had seen my mother's Olympus gown do, and part of the front draped across the strait bottom. It had a bit of a train, but not too much where it would get messed up in the sand.

(I can't really describe the dress well. So, you'll probably need to look at the link on my profile)

I ran a hand over my dress and smiled at it.

"It's almost time, people!"

Percy,

I smiled as Annabeth continued to walk towards me.

She was so beautiful.

In my opinion, she was a much better view than the cliff behind me.

Annabeth smiled at me, and I focused on her, instead of her brothers who kept glaring at me like I was Hades himself.

I felt all of the wedding jitters slip away as I looked at Annabeth.

Right then, I could see our life together. Our life with Sarah, watching her grow up, and our life with the possible extra child that I could probably talk Annabeth into. Even if not, I couldn't imagine being happier than being with Annabeth.

As Annabeth got to the end of the aisle, her father kissed her cheek and left to go back to his seat.

My heart began to beat faster as Annabeth took the next two steps to come stand exactly in front of me.

The service went fast, which I'm sure Annabeth had made sure of.

And I was nervous as I exchanged my vows, but I managed to get them out none the less.

"When you're a little girl," Annabeth began, "You imagine your husband. You imagine him to be perfect really. Handsome. Funny. Brave. Smart. Everything admirable. But he doesn't have a face, just all of those qualities."

I smiled, though I kind of worried where this was going after the "Smart" part.

"When I met Percy, I thought that I had already found that perfect guy to be the perfect husband, and I felt awful when I found out that he wasn't so perfect after all."

Everyone, having known the story of Luke, smiled with that.

"After that, I have up on the idea of a perfect husband, thinking it was just something you imagine when you're a kid. But then one day, I just suddenly looked at Percy, and I saw that he was the face of the husband I dreamed of."

Everyone smiled, I'm pretty sure I even saw Apollo smile, though he thought getting married was "giving in".

Why he had offered to do our wedding, I'll never know.

"And every day since, that's become more and more unclear until we ended up here."

The wedding continued, but that was the part I remembered most.

And then finally it came to the part that we both had been waiting for.

"I do."

Apollo asked Annabeth, and I suddenly felt worry set over me.

What if she said no?

What would I do without her?

"I do."

"You may kiss the bride!"