Mia was lucky. The doctor told her she wouldn't need stitches and the scar would heal on its own. Unfortunately, his guess for when it would disappear from the side of her face went beyond her wedding day, leaving Mia in a state of panic. Emily took her home and then went out on her own to run the errands. She stopped by the grocery store, picked up everything on Mia's list and then stopped by the nearby pharmacy. Nothing would magically heal the cut, but there were a few creams that promised to speed up the healing process. Emily figured it was worth a shot.

Then she stopped by the pool. Fortunately, the girl who seemed to have a crush on Kevin was there with what looked to be her swim team. They were sitting by the pool, likely taking a break to catch their breath. Emily walked to the viewing area and got as close to the side of the pool as she could get. The girl and her friends were on the other side, but the sound carried over thanks to the water.

"She's got no idea who she's messing with. I mean, she totally looks like a whore, doesn't she?"

"You're so right. She's such a slut. He doesn't deserve her."

"Obviously."

"Isn't he getting married, soon? That's what I heard. He was talking to another one of the instructors and asking for time off."

The girl Emily recognized as the one who had the crush on Kevin rolled her eyes, "She probably talked him into it. He's too good for her. But he's so sweet, maybe he just doesn't want to break her heart."

"It's a good thing you're helping him. Lipstick? Genius."

"She doesn't deserve him. Kevin and I are going to get married someday. We're going to be Mr. and Mrs. Hotty with a swimmer's body."

"You're so lucky," her friends all sighed dreamily. Emily stuck out her tongue and gagged.

"I hate girls," she muttered and shook her head.

Her standing around caught the attention of the swimmers. One of them looked over and shouted, "Hey, loser, this is a private practice! Get lost."

"Right, because I'm the loser," Emily whispered. She knew all she needed to know and decided it was time to leave anyways. She walked off with a huff.

On the other side of the pool, one of the girls turned to Mackenzie, "Hey, wasn't she the girl with the whore in the parking lot?"

"I don't know. I don't care. Girls, get in the water, Coach is coming back!"

-Samurai-

After getting home, Mia locked herself in her room and refused to come out. Her mother, grandmother, Kevin's parents, and Riley were knocking on the door, trying to talk her into opening it.

"Mommy, I have a booboo too!" Riley pulled up her pants and tried to show Mia (though the solid wood door) the scrap on her knee, "I'll still be pretty for the wedding!"

"Mia, the little cut means nothing," her grandmother told her, "Kevin's not going to care. No one's going to care. And if you're worried about pictures… well, I'm not sure how Photoshop works, but I know it can take that scar away and make you look just as beautiful as you are."

"It's the not the end of the world," Christina said. "These things happen. A little bad lucky before the wedding isn't going to ruin anything."

Emily came home, carrying a few bags of groceries and called out for help. Patrick and Noa went downstairs to unload the rest of the bags and warned Emily that Mia had locked herself in her room. Emily climbed up the stairs and saw Christina, Mako, and Riley hanging out by the door.

"What's going on?"

"Mommy's having a freak out," Riley said. Emily remembered the cream in her purse she picked up from the pharmacy. She grabbed it from her bag and knocked on the door.

"Mia, come out. I picked up a tiny and expensive cream for you. It won't make the scar disappear overnight, but it might help it blend a little more. C'mon, Mia, this jar is the size of Riley's toe and cost me twenty bucks. And, I'll tell you who threw the snowball and wrote on your car."

The door opened just a crack, but Riley pushed it open even further and jumped into her mother's arms.

"You're still super pretty!"

"Who?" Mia asked Emily.

"Crushie McDelusionson," Emily answered. "That girl Kevin was talking to outside at Riley's party. I told him she seemed a little weird."

"So?" Mia asked. "Emily, I'm not blind. I know Kevin's attractive. I teased him about his students when he told me he would be teaching teenage girls."

"Mia, I saw it with Frankie, and I saw it a lot when I was in high school too. Some teenage girls get really deluded. I'll bet, the father of Abby's daughter is the guy she chased around from sixth grade. He always shot her down, but she never stopped."

"Why do you think he's the dad?"

"How else was he going to shut her up? Besides… Abby kind of got really hot… Girls are really, really mean!"

"So they scar my face before the wedding?"

"The side of your face," Emily said. "And I went to the pool. I heard them talking about the lipstick!"

"So?"

"So, Kevin needs to turn them down! Her down! She plans on marrying him! She wants to be Mrs. Hotty with a swimmer's body!"

"What?"

"Don't make me repeat that. I'm still not over the morning sickness stage yet, and I'm already barfing a little in my mouth," Emily groaned. "Mia, I don't think she's going to stop, and I don't think Kevin getting married is going to stop her. She's deluded."

"What does deuded mean?"

"She's crazy!" Emily answered Riley. "Do you want me to talk to Kevin so he can shut her down… publicly, maybe?"

"No," Mia shook her head, stepped back into her room and slammed the door. Emily groaned.

"Mia, she just needs to get the message. I'm sure Kevin can…"

"Don't worry, Auntie Emily and grandmommies," Riley called from the other side of the door. She had been in Mia's arms when the door slammed and so was in the room with her mother, "I'll make her happy again!"

-Samurai-

Kevin didn't think he would obsess about the wedding as much as he was. He was wearing his tuxedo for the fifth time that day to make sure that it was going to fit properly and that it was the one. He stood in the mirror and looked to himself while brushing off dust only he could see.

"You're wearing that thing again?" Antonio walked by the guest bedroom door and caught Kevin staring at himself in the tuxedo, "Dude, you're not supposed to wear it out before the wedding. Relax."

"I just want to make sure it fits right."

"Kev, everything's going to be fine," Antonio assured him, "You're back on your crazy diet. I don't think you're going to gain twenty-pounds in two days."

"It's about more than just weight. I need to make sure everything is here and that it all looks right," Kevin said. "I don't want to be rushing around the morning of looking for my tie, or a shoe, or…"

"No one's losing anything. Take that thing off before you stain it or tear it or something else happens to it."

"I can't risk it, Antonio," Kevin took off his jacket and began to work on the tie, "Mia deserves the best. This is our big day and I don't want to be the one to screw it up."

"No one is screwing anything up," Antonio shook his head. "You just need to relax. I'll bet you anything, the moment you see Mia coming down the aisle, you won't notice anything else in the room for the rest of the night."

"Maybe, but looking back on the pictures and the wedding video we will, and I don't want to miss out or something that'll ruin everything."

"The wedding will just be one day. It won't ruin everything. Besides, a little bump and bruising gives a wedding character. They make it memorable and fun."

"You know what'll calm you down?" Jayden said as he came over carrying a glass in his hand, "If we get the bachelor party started now."

Kevin took the glass and drank down the alcohol without asking what it was, "That might be a good idea. For once."

"Mike and James are on their way over. We're going to make these last few days the best few days," Antonio assured Kevin with a smirk, "You know, until your wedding day, that is."

"Wait… you guys didn't hire a stripper, did you?"

Jayden shook his head, "James and Mike didn't think it would be appropriate for them, Antonio's gay, and it would be awkward for me to stare at a woman undressing herself with my husband in the room… or at any time… because I love Antonio so much."

"Thought so," Antonio smirked and wrapped his arm around his fiancé.

"So we decided no on the stripper."

"Good," Kevin nodded and smiled, "Then I approve of whatever you guys make me do at this party."

"And those were his last words," Antonio chuckled to himself and then walked away. "No, Mia, I don't know what happened…"

"What are you doing?"

"Rehearsing," Antonio smirked and looked innocently to Jayden and Kevin, "What? We don't know what's going to happen tonight. Do I sound convincing and innocent?"

"Not at all."

"I've got to keep working on it."

-Samurai-

Riley sat on her mother's bed, watching as Mia fussed over her face in the mirror. Riley didn't see why she was getting so upset. The cut from the snowball had left its mark on the side of her face on her cheekbone below her right eye, but it wasn't the biggest cut Riley had ever seen.

"Is Kevin not going to marry you?"

Mia turned her attention away from her face and looked to her daughter through the mirror's reflection.

"No, sweetheart, of course not."

"Why are you so sad? I still think you're pretty."

"Thank you, Riley, but this isn't that easy. Weddings are…"

"Complicated?"

Mia sighed and turned around, "Weddings are where you're supposed to be really beautiful and happy and… this is my fairy tale, Riles, and it's just… how can it be perfect if I've got this nasty cut on my face?"

"That's not nasty! I cut my knee once and it turned brown! Peter said that was nasty!"

"It's different for the wedding, Riley. This is my face. Everyone's going to see it, they're going to ask what happened…"

"But Sobo says she knows how to use fake-up to hide it!"

"I know, it's just…"

"I think you're being silly," Riley rolled her eyes. She climbed up higher on the bed and leaned against the pillows. "Okay, mommy, I know I no like this wedding a lot, but you do."

"Yeah, and?"

"You getted really happy when you talked about the wedding," Riley said. "You smile really, really pretty and you're really nice and sometimes really funny."

"When I go a little Bridezilla?"

Riley nodded her head, "Yeah. I think you really like Kevin. You want to kiss him, right?"

"Yeah, Riles. I want to kiss Kevin."

"And I think Kevin really wants to kiss you too. He's nicer too when he's with you."

"You think?"

"I'm not even five yet, mommy, but I think he really loves you."

"I love him too, Riley, but the wedding…"

"Will Kevin not like you with a booboo?"

Mia shook her head, "He would. I know he would. I've been scarred worst than this…"

"So no big deal," Riley shrugged her shoulders and smiled, "The wedding will still be okay? I think so. No more crying, okay, mommy. I think you're still very pretty, and Kevin does too. Got it."

Mia smiled and nodded her head, "Yeah, Riles, I got it."

"Good. Now come downstairs. I made you a happy wedding present. You can take it with you when you got put honey on the moon."

"On my honeymoon, Riley."

"I thought the moon was maded of cheese?"

"Just show me the picture, Riley," Mia got up and took her daughter by the hand. Riley bounced excitedly down the stairs.

"Auntie Emy! Grandmommies! I made her feel all better! And the moon is made of honey, not cheese!"