Brooke smiled fondly as she admired her daughter who was standing in front of a full length mirror wearing a beautiful wedding gown. "What do you think Mom?" asked Bridget as she swished to one side holding the skirt of the dress in her hands.
"It's beautiful honey." said Brooke. "You look beautiful."
Bridget looked with satisfaction in the mirror. She simply adored the gown she picked out. Elegant white satin skirt trimmed with a very light blue sash on the bottom. It hugged her figure to perfection and was off the shoulder. "You think Deacon will like it?" asked Bridget.
"He'll love it." assured Brooke. "And what's most important is that he loves YOU."
Bridget sighed happily. "I can't believe this is happening. I mean there I was so unhappy and miserable and then all of a sudden...this wonderful incredible man enters my life...I love him so much."
Brooke nodded and said nothing. She sat down on of the the blue chairs in the dress shop.
Bridget turned noticing her mother looked a little sad. She stepped down from the platform and over to where Brooke was sitting. "Mom? You okay?"
"I'm fine." said Brooke who had tears in her eyes. "I'm okay."
"No you're not." said Bridget sitting next to her. "What's wrong?"
"Bridget please..don't worry about me...You just be happy with your wedding to your prince...I'm happy you get.." Brooke then began sobbing hard. The tears streamed down her face.
Bridget hugged her mom. "Mom..please tell me. What's wrong?"
Brooke found a tissue in her purse and blew her nose. She then wiped her tears. "I'm sorry honey. I don't mean to spoil this for you. I don't want to burden you with my problems."
"You are not burdening me. Now what's the matter? Everything okay with Alex?"
Brooke shook her head. "I don't know. I'm not so sure about him anymore."
"What do you mean? Did you have a fight?"
"No...it's the same thing that caused my marriage to your father and Thorne to be shot to hell."
Bridget pursed her lips and then spoke. "Ridge."
"Yes Ridge. I hate myself for it. I do."
"Did something happen?"
"No. Not really...I mean..He honestly truly did not do anything. I was talking to him about how Alex and I were trying to have a baby and it just wasn't happening for us. And he just listened and said that things could work out and all he did was kiss my cheek. That is all. He did nothing inappropriate at all. He did say he loved me or anything. But that one little kiss on my cheek.."
"It effected you."
"Yes. And I hate that it did. Or maybe I don't..I don't know what to think. It wasn't anything but I'm turning it to something. Maybe I just secretly long for Ridge. And maybe that's what I'm..."
"You're what?"
"Honey I don't want you to take this the wrong way. It's not like that. I'm a little jealous of you."
"Jealous?"
"Not that you are marrying Deacon. Not jealous in a normal sense. Lord knows there isn't anything normal about me."
"That's not true." frowned Bridget.
"I just see you marrying the man you love more than anything and I just wish I had that. I do love Alex but lately..I haven't been feeling that same spark I felt before. I've tried to tell myself that it was nothing..but the feeling isn't going away. I guess deep down I wish I was marrying Ridge. I wish that I had what you are having. Marrying the man that I truly love. You think I'm crazy don't you? I'm just chasing after Ridge again."
"Mom I don't think you are crazy at all. You and Ridge...you have a long history. You have a bond. I want you to be happy. I don't want you to be in a marriage you don't want."
"That's the problem. I don't know if I want to end my marriage to Alex. He's a wonderful man."
"But Mom..do you still love him? Can you see yourself spending the rest of your life with him?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. Everytime I think I've moved on from Ridge...it turns out I haven't."
"Well maybe you were not meant to "move on" from Ridge. Maybe you were meant to BE with Ridge because that's who YOU love. Not who everyone thinks you should love. I know people have said that you and Ridge shouldn't be together but who the hell are they to decide that? Who cares what they think? What matters is how YOU feel. I think Alex is wonderful too. I like him alot. If he is the one who makes you happy then you should stay with him. If he's not..I don't think it's fair to him or to you to stay in the marriage."
Brooke smiled. "I think I raised one smart young lady." She hugged her daughter. "I love you honey. I do. And I'm so happy for you. I hope you have a lifetime of happiness with Deacon."
"Thanks Mom." said Bridget returning her hug. "I hope you have a lifetime of happiness too. With whoever you decide to be with."

Diana walked in the Lucky Hearts and looked around. There were a few people there. It was still early yet so the place wouldn't be packed until later that night. She walked up to the bar. "Excuse me." She said to the bartender.
Daisy looked up and was shocked. Her eyes then narrowed and she seethed. "Get the hell out of here you bitch." Daisy snapped.
Diana sighed. "I need to see Deacon. Is he here?"
"If he was I sure as hell wouldn't let him in on the fact that you are here you backstabbing slut. Now get the hell out!"
"I'm not going anywhere. I need to see him. It's important."
"Well you aren't going to see him. Whatever it is...it's NOT important. He's got a brand new woman in his life. A sweet beautiful woman. About a thousand times prettier than YOU. And she actually has feelings of LOVE for him. Unlike you."
"I'm not here to try to win him back. I just need to talk to him...please...it's IS important. Can you just tell him..." Diana was stopped as Daisy threw a glass of water in her face.
"I said get out. Get out NOW!" Daisy said fiercely.
Diana said nothing. She picked up a napkin and wiped the water off her face. "Just tell him I stopped by." She said turning on her heel.
Daisy fumed as she watched Diana walk away. "Don't count on it." She muttered to herself. There was no way in hell Daisy was going to allow Diana to get near Deacon again. She wasn't going to let her try and come between him and Bridget.
A few minutes later Brett walked up to the bar. He noticed the splash of water. "What happened?" He asked. "Why is there water everywhere?"
Daisy got a towel and began wiping the counter off. "You aren't going to believe this. But that backstabbing two timing no good cheap trashy whore was just in here."
"What?" said Brett blankly.
"That bitch Diana. That slut was just here."
"She was? What for? What did she want?"
"She wanted to talk to Deacon. What about I have no idea. I told her to get the hell out of here."
"And then you threw water at her?" Brett said amused at his little wife.
"Shut up." grinned Daisy. She then turned serious again. "I don't know what she's up to but I know it can't be good. She is not going to come between Bridget and Deacon. I'm not going to let that happen."
"Daisy I don't think it's going to. Deacon knows what a bitch she is. He's not going to give up Bridget for anything in the world. She's carrying his baby."
"I know. That's all more the reason to keep a watchful eye on the cheap trashy piece of trash. Lord only knows what she's up to."

Diana walked over to her car and got in. Well that certainly didn't go well. She should have expected that. She didn't blame Daisy for thinking her that way. It was true. She WAS a trashy slut. But that was the past. She wasn't that person anymore. And she really wanted to do the right thing and try to warn Deacon about Jason. She shouldn't have known that it wouldn't be that easy.
She was about to start up the car when she saw a pretty young woman carrying a garment bag head into the club. She looked so happy. A far off dreamy expression on her face and Diana caught a glimpse of a diamond on her finger.
Curious, Diana got out of her car and slowly snuck back into the club careful to to let anyone know she was there. She saw Daisy and Brett greet the young woman.
"I found my wedding dress." Bridget said happily.
"That's so great." said Daisy. "I can't wait to see it."
Diana moved a little closer and watched as Bridget unzipped the bag to reveal her gown.
"Wow it's breathtaking!" exclaimed Daisy in awe. "Gorgeous. Oh Deacon is going to love you in it!"
Diana froze. Deacon? Oh my God. She thought. That was that girl Jason told her about. Deacon is marrying her?
Bridget put her dress back in the bag and zipped it back up. Diana heard her say something about the bridesmaid dresses. Then Deacon came walking in.
Diana looked him over. Still hot. She felt a tiny bit of jealousy when she saw Deacon kiss Bridget's lips. He mentioned something to her about the garment bag. Bridget held it close to her and said something about not until the wedding. This then caused Deacon to pull her closer and tickle her. Bridget squealed and pushed him away. Deacon then kissed her again.
Diana slowly turned and walked back out of the club. She got back into her car. Tears formed in her eyes. She could have had that. But she blew it. She blew it big time. It was no one fault but her own. Even if she did apologize to Deacon for everything, there was no way in hell he would take her back. He looked away too in love with that Bridget. She didn't stand a chance. Unless she...No she couldn't do that. What kind of example would that be for her daughter? Her daughter would eventually find out and have a done of questions and Diana was certain she wouldn't want to answer them. She started up her car and drove off with a million thoughts in her head.