AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I updated. Everyone thanks Lucy Ellain for asking me to continue. I had no clue that anyone was still waiting on another chapter. So I'm sorry about that. I hope this one makes up for the absence.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Meet the Robinsons.

The moonlight seeped into the window of her their apartment and on to the bodies of Miss. Kolbie Charles and MR. Wilbur Robinson. Wilbur lying on his back, his eyes closed and breathing slow. Kolbie nestled perfect against his side with her arm draped across his torso. Her grey eyes were open, as they'd been for the majority of the night. She wasn't able to find a peaceful place to go to in order to find sleep. Nor had she been able to find a comfortable position for her to sleep in. This had to be her fourth or fifth position just within the past half an hour. The raven-haired girl shifted her position again. Now she was lying flat on her back with her hands behind her head. Her grey eyes trained up to the ceiling.

"Kolbie," Wilbur muttered, his voice laced with sleep. "What are you doing?"

The girl rolled over on her side and looked at Wilbur, who'd also rolled on his side to face her. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

Wilbur swept her hair from her eyes before speaking. "Yes, but it's fine. Don't worry yourself." Wilbur was quite for a moment as he searched her grey eyes. "What's keeping you up? Please don't tell me nothing. Something is keeping you up."

Kolbie sighed and rolled back over onto her back. There was no point in hiding it from him. There was no point in hiding anything from him. Wilbur always found out; no matter what. "It's nothing serious. It's just today."

"What about today, love?" he asked her.

Kolbie still didn't roll back to her side to look at him. "Gosh, I know it sounds silly, but I'm so nervous." Even in the faint moonlight and the shadows, Wilbur could see that her cheeks were starting to turn red.

He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, feeling the warmth radiating off of her face. "What are you nervous about?" he questioned.

With a soft exhale, she rolled onto her side again, allowing her grey eyes to meet his dark brown ones. "What if I look silly? What if I can't find one that makes me look stunning? I want to look amazing, so that everyone can see it. I want you to see it."

For a moment Wilbur just looked at her. He was shocked. Could she really not see what he saw? He rolled over and flicked on the lamp beside the bed and then pushed himself out of the bed. "Come here," he told her as he walked towards the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom where he flicked on that light. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw that she was still sitting in bed. "Kolbie Hope, come here," he told her again, his voice slightly more demanding. His tone was enough to get her up and walking towards the bathroom. She squinted in the light as her grey eyes adjusted in the bright bathroom light. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see," he told her as he leaned against the counter.

Messy black hair, in a messy black bun. Dull steel grey eyes under thin black eyebrows. A button nose, where the bridge had been broken countless times. Thin, chapped pink lips, because she kept licking the chapstick on them. A round face. Not pale, but not tan skin. A small frame in a hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, that was entirely too big for her and a pair of sweatpants, also too big for her. Petite. Small breasts. Small hands, that she slipped into the front pocket of her hoodie. On her arms, marks from her years of abuse. A burn mark here. A scar running down her arm there.

"I don't know what you want me to say," Kolbie concluded.

"Just tell me what you see."

The raven-haired girl frowned and sighed. "I don't know. You're looking too. I see the same thing you do."

Wilbur shook his head as he walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. "No, because if you saw what I sat, then you wouldn't have said what you said a moment ago. You are stunning. You're always stunning. In my clothes, in your clothes, in nothing," he whispered into her ear. Her cheeks flushed a bright red. "You always look amazing. You are amazing. You've been through and overcome so much. That strength alone puts you a step above everyone else in my book. And if people can't see that you're stunning and amazing, then they don't deserve to see that. Just know, that you could wear this," he pulled at the sweatshirt she was wearing, "and I still wouldn't be able to take my eyes off you. Okay?" He didn't wait for an answer. He simply pressed his lip to her cheek and pulled away from her. "You can stand there all night and try and make yourself believe or not believe what I just said, but I would much rather you come to bed," he said as he walked away from her and turned off the light bedside the bed. "But it's really your choice."

For a moment, she just stood and looked at her reflection. She'd never be able to see herself the way that he did, and she wasn't going to waste her time trying. The girl shut off the light and crawled into bed with Wilbur, who sleepily welcome her into his arms.

"Welcome," a tall, lanky woman greeted as Kolbie, Jackie, Melissa, and an overexcited Mary-Jane walked into the shop. As soon as they entered, not only were the greeted with too much pep, but they were blinded by white. Different shades of white, yes, but still white. "Do you ladies have an appointment?"

Two pairs of eyes turned to the raven-haired girl between them. "Yeah, we do. It's under 'Robinson'," Kolbie stated quietly.

The woman looked at her for a moment, almost as if she disapproved of her. That she wasn't good enough to be a Robinson. However, as quickly as the look had appeared it was gone, and that all to perky smile was back. "Alright, well you must be Kolbie," she said. "Just this way, please." They followed her through the mass of white passing at least half a dozen women trying on countless white dresses. Poufy. Straight. Mermaid. It was all too much really. The three women and small girl were ushered behind a velvet red curtain. Behind the curtain was a large threefold mirror with bright lights. A small walking stage about fifty feet long and made of a solid hardwood in front of it, obviously of modeling whatever dresses she picked out. In front of the stage were a couch, that could comfortable fit three, a few lush chairs, and a smaller sofa, that could only fit two. Off to the side was another curtain, a fitting room. "I'll get Diane," and the tall woman disappeared.

"Wow," Jackie whistled, her southern accent strong. "This place is nice." She sat down on the larger of the larger of the two sofas. Melissa followed suit, and Mary-Jane climbed into a chair.

"Hi, I am Diane," another woman said as she walked through the curtain. Kolbie couldn't' help but look at her. She was dressed in a red sequin shirt and darkly colored skinny jeans. Sequins had been out for years. True fashion is cyclical, but it always came back in stages. Diane, didn't worry about stages, she just broke out the sequins. She was wearing black heels that clicked every time she walked. She was an interesting character, to say the least. "You must be Kolbie. Franny told you about me, yes?"

"Yes," the dark haired girl managed to say.

"You are looking for a wedding dress, yes? Yes." Diane crossed her arms over her chest. "Let me see you. Turn around." Kolbie stood still in shock. "Chop, chop. Turn," the woman demanded as she clapped at Kolbie to get her attention. Kolbie turned slowly. "Not much to work with," Diane voiced. "Go into the fitting room. I'll bring you some things," Diane said as she left the room.

"Wow," Kolbie exhaled as he brushed her hair from her red face. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"I don't know, but I'd go before she comes back," Jackie said. "She's scary."

Kolbie rolled her eyes and walked towards the fitting room. And just in time, Diane pulled the curtain open launched about six white dresses at her. Kolbie struggled to hold all of them as Diane instructed her to try them all on. With a sigh, Kolbie pulled of her shirt and shorts and stepped into the first dress and walked out of the fitting room and onto the stage.

Strapless, white, and poufy. VERY poufy. The top was covered in rhinestones and bedding. It was subtle and from a distance it looked like a lace covering over the top. There were sleeves. Lace sleeves that fanned out at the forearm, much like bellbottom pants. At the bottom of the white poufy, cupcake bottom was more bedding and rhinestones.

"No, no. That's all wrong," Diane told Kolbie. "What do you think, ladies?"

"She looks awkward," Melissa said. It was clear that she was trying to hold back a laugh.

"And tense," Jackie concluded. "It's a beautiful dress, Kolbie. You just look lost in it."

"Yes, yes," Diane agreed. "Go another."

The next dress was also strapless. There was more beading and rhinestones on the top of the dress. The bedding and rhinestones made an almost heart-shape around her breasts and the rest of the design was very intricate. The dress was still poufy, but much less than the one before. There was a slight train on it, but nothing serious.

"No, no," Diane repeated.

"She looks less awkward in this one," Jackie said.

"Another."

The next one had two straps and a low cut. The bottom looked as if piece of fabric had been torn from other dresses and placed on the dress by a blind person. No of the ladies could get past that.

And it went on and one like that for hours. Jackie telling her to relax and Mel telling her she looked awkward. Diane was clearly frustrated. She thought that she had the perfect dresses for the dark haired girl, and yet they dress she put on. They all hated on her. It was mad. Hours passed and still they didn't have a dress. Kolbie was getting more and more frustrated as well. She figured that it was her fault. She wasn't beautiful enough to make the dress look good.

"Here, one more," Diane said as she handed her another dress. With a loud sigh, Kolbie pulled off the poufy mess and slipped into the other dress. When she walked on to the walk way, there were four sets of very pleased eyes on her. "Yes."

"That's it," Jackie said as she clapped her hands together.

"Perfect," Mel agreed.

"Pretty." The word of the five year old made Kolbie smile.

"Well, let's get this one," Kolbie said.

AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: If you wanna know what Kolbie's dress looks like, then you just have to wait. The other dresses will be linked n my profile. Dress 1 is obviously the first dress and all the way to Dress 3. Stay tuned.