AN: It is nearly here. This is the last chapter before the big day! Thank you again for reading and being wonderful human beings who review and stuff!

"Hi daddy!" Elizabeth greeted as her father got off of the stage on February second.

"My Beth!" He said, and pulled her into a tight hug. He turned his attention back to the stage, and helped her mother out.

"Mother!"

"Oh, my little Beth! She's getting married tomorrow!" Mrs. Thatcher wrapped her middle daughter in a tight embrace. "Where's that handsome mountie of yours?"

"He's on his rounds right now, but he will be joining us for lunch in a little while." Elizabeth explained.

"Excellent, so we'll have an even number!" Her mother chirped.

"An even number? What about Viola?"

"Viola, brought her fiance." Her sister said as the man himself helped her out of the stage. "Elizabeth, you look lovely."

"As do you, Viola!" Elizabeth said as she took her elder sister into her arms. "Sir Lionel, it's lovely to see you again."

"Likewise, Elizabeth. When Viola said they would be coming here for your wedding, I just had to come and see this little town for myself." Sir Lionel said dryly. "It is fascinating."

"Well, we're glad to have you." Elizabeth said with a genuine smile. "It's so lovely to have you all here with me." She couldn't help but think about the sister who wasn't there with her, the sister that her father had forbidden her to see. And the brother in law who would soon be her brother in law twice through her own marriage… Oh, how she wanted to see her sister again. Her letters were long, and often a bit rambling, but each time she received one, it reminded her of how much she missed her dear, scatterbrained sister. But Jack had promised her that he would take her to see them after they were settled.

"Now, tell us Elizabeth, is everything ready for the wedding?" Her mother asked, taking her daughter by the hand.

"Almost. Abigail is working on the cake as we speak, Clara is putting the finishing touches on Emily's flower girl dress, the house has been all set up, we've got food in the icebox. Everything will be ready." Elizabeth assured her.

"Oh, dear, we're so excited to see this house of yours!" Viola said. "You've written all about it."

"I'm excited to show it to you. Jack worked so hard on it." Elizabeth said. "We'll be going to there after lunch. I would take you now, but I think it'd be best to wait for Jack. He's much better at answering questions about the house than I am. Though I'm not bad at answering questions about the furniture."

"Not to worry Elizabeth, we can wait. I want to see your wedding dress!" Her mother said.

"Of course, it's upstairs at the cafe!" Elizabeth grinned.

"Well, don't mind us men folk. I'm going to get our rooms over at the saloon." Mr. Thatcher grinned.

"Very good! Viola, everything is ready for you above the cafe." Elizabeth said. "We can share the bed tonight, like we did when we were little? Unless you don't want to, in which case we can bring a cot in the room."

"No, no. That should be fine for one night." Viola smiled. "It'll be nice. We can catch up."

"A room above a saloon, how novel!" Sir Lionel laughed as he walked towards the saloon with Mr. Thatcher.

"Viola, you didn't mention that Sir Lionel was coming?" Elizabeth said.

"Yes, well, I didn't know that he was until yesterday. He thought it would be fun." Viola said with a tightlipped smile. "Well, Miss Thatcher, you'll have to show us your dress now. I've got to make sure it isn't as pretty as mine." Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"Gosh, sometimes I miss having you around."

….

"My goodness, it's so darling!" Mrs. Thatcher said as she observed the kitchen. "And look at those curtains! Where on earth did you purchase them? A real kitchen! Do you know how long it's been since I've been in our kitchen at home? Months! Or years. Do you know I'm not sure?"

"This painting is beautiful, Elizabeth! Wherever did you get it?" Viola asked as she looked at the painting that they had hung above the dining room table. "You've just got to tell me the name of the artist. I've been looking for a landscape for Sir Lionel's Hamilton house." Elizabeth grinned, and took Jack's hand proudly. She looked up at the painting, One that Jack had made a few weeks ago, depicting their own little house from a distance.

"It was Jack. He's a very talented artist." Elizabeth bragged.

"Jack painted this? Ha, perhaps he's wasting his time as a mountie." Viola laughed.

"Not wasting. But he is very good. He also made the table, and the chairs, though he did have some help with those." Elizabeth said, and watched in delight as Jack's face turned a little bit red.

"Carpentry, painting, and a career with the mounties? My Mr. Thornton, it seems you do it all." Mr. Thatcher said. He ran his hand over the table, and had to admit that he was duly impressed by the quality. "It seems I never should have worried about whether or not you'd be able to provide for my daughter. It seems you have all the means you'll ever need."

"Thank you, sir." Jack nodded.

"Oh, enough with this "Mr. Thornton" and "sir". You're going to be father and son in law! It should be William and Jack. Or at the very least, Jack, stop calling him "sir". You can call him Mr. Thatcher."

"Alright Mrs. Thatcher."

"There it is again, Jack. You may call me Grace."

"Alright, Grace." Jack said, and his future mother in law smiled at him.

"That's more like it." Grace said, and went to talk to Viola about the painting on the wall.

"This is going really well." Elizabeth said as she turned to Jack and put the hand that wasn't holding his up to his chest. "My mother is crazy about you, Viola likes your painting, and my father has stopped calling you constable…"

"Yes, it's going much better than last time. Though it probably helps that I actually built you a house, and all that." Jack smiled.

"It's a beautiful house." Elizabeth grinned. "And it's even better because you built it for us."

"Well, not just me. I did have some help." Jack said. "But it is a nice house. It's sort of empty though."

"Empty? Jack Thornton, we just emptied over a dozen crates of things in here." Elizabeth laughed.

"Well, There are a lot of things in here, sure. But a house needs a family in it, or it isn't a home." Jack explained, and Elizabeth sighed dreamily.

"Oh Jack." She stood her toes, and pressed a kiss to her fiance's cheek. "Well, this house doesn't have long to wait to become a home then. Tomorrow."

"Hey. This time tomorrow we're going to be married." Jack said suddenly. Elizabeth's grin grew even broader, and she tucked her head into his shoulder.

"How about that." She sighed.

…

"So the oldest sister marries last, even though I became engaged first. How peculiar." Viola said as she brushed her younger sister's long brown hair.

"It is peculiar that Julie isn't here with us." Elizabeth sighed.

"Perhaps a bit. But she made her own bed, Elizabeth." Viola said.

"She is our sister, Viola."

"She only ever thinks of herself, Elizabeth. She never considered how her actions would affect the family. You should see how people looked at us in Hamilton after the news broke. And now that she's married that- that….well, she's been cut off from our family. Father has forbidden any contact, and I hope that you'll respect that."

"Viola, I can't cut my sister out of my life. She's our little sister." Elizabeth huffed.

"If father found out-"

"Father knows that I write letters to Julie. And Jack is alright with it too."

"Of course he is, his brother is the one who corrupted our sister." Viola cried.

"Viola, I don't want to fight with you. Not tonight. This is supposed to be the happiest time of my life. Can't we just...be happy?" Elizabeth laughed uneasily.

"Alright Elizabeth. Fine. We won't fight." Viola sighed. "Because we are sisters. And you're getting married tomorrow. Even if it is to a mountie."

"To Jack, Viola. You have to call him by his name, please. He's going to be your brother in law." Elizabeth insisted.

"Yes, Jack. Of course, I'm sorry." Viola said. "I love you, very much. I hope you know that. I know that I don't act like it sometimes, but I'm different than you. I'm not as...adventurous, or clever, and sometimes that makes us disagree about certain things...like acceptable spouse choices. But I do love you."

"Viola, you know I love you too." Elizabeth said. She twisted around, and looked at her sister. "And no matter what disagreement we have, I will always love you."

"And you're right. I do wish Julie was here. But I'm not as forgiving as you, Elizabeth, and I do care what people think about me." Viola sighed. "And I don't know if I can forgive her for what she did. But I'm certainly not ready to do so now."

"I know. And it's all right." Elizabeth said.

"There you go. Two hundred strokes on each side, silky smooth and perfect." Viola said as she finished off her sister's hair. "I'm happy for you, little sister. I really am."

"Thank you Viola. I'm happy for you too. Sir Lionel is very kind." Elizabeth said.

"Yes. He is. He's going to be an excellent spouse." Viola nodded. She set the hairbrush on the bedside table, and leaned back on the bed. "But let's not talk about me. You're the one getting married tomorrow." Elizabeth smiled at her and leaned back against the bed beside her sister. "We haven't done this in a long time, Beth. Not since well...Julie could talk."

"Well, we both grew up. We're both engaged, we're going to be brides soon." Elizabeth grinned.

"Who knows. Maybe next time we see each other, one of us will be a mother."

"I hope that it isn't that long before we see eachother again." Elizabeth said. "I mean I'll be at your wedding this summer."

"Of course." Viola nodded. "I hope you're not horribly pregnant by then. You won't fit in your brides maid dress."

"Viola!" Elizabeth laughed.

"Well, I'm only being logical."

"I have missed you Viola."

AN: There it was! Another chapter! Soon wedding bells will ring!