This might be my last post for a while. I'm hoping to get another chapter written this week, but I have to research weddings. I've only been to one (I was seven), and I don't remember it. Hopefully, I'll be able to write this weekend/week. If not, I'm so sorry. I'm just really busy with taking APUSH as a sophomore, and I do extracurricular activities. Thanks for reading!

"...Bella? Oh my gosh, Bella, are you ok? Do I need to get Maxon?" I hear Ameria say.

I open my eyes. "What-...what happened?" I ask, confused. I'm lying on the floor, and America is hovering over me.

"You…you just collapsed. I think you passed out," she says. "Bella, you really scared me."

"I'm sorry, Ames. I don't know why I would just pass out…lemme get up…" I say, getting to my feet. I stumble but quickly find my footing. America reaches out to help me, but I shoo her away. "I'm fine. You don't need to be carrying my weight." I steady and walk to America, who is obviously shaken. I grab her hands. "I'm fine, Ames. Really."

America looks at me, and there are tears in her eyes. "Bella…I was so scared that you were hurt…I'm glad you are ok. Are you sure you are feeling well-"

The maids knock on the door, and I'm glad for the distraction. "America, I swear I'm fine," I say, walking to the door. I open the door and Marlee walks in.

"Oh, Marlee! I wasn't expecting you…"

"Oh, well, I'm here to get you two in your dresses. I figured I could do it because you guys are my best friends, but also because America has a specific…secret that the other maids would gossip about," Marlee responds, walking over to America.

America smiles. "Oh Marlee, I'm so happy you're here!" America says, throwing herself into Marlee's arms. I walk over and giggle. "Get in here, Bella," America says, pulling me into the hug.

"Yeah, Bella. Now, let's get you two ready!" Marlee says, breaking the hug. She goes to my closet and pulls out the three garment bags. "Why are there three?"

I think about the pale blue A-line that was an option for my wedding dress. "Well, I was thinking that you could be a last-minute bridesmaid…the dress is in my size, and we are close in size…" I start, but Marlee drops the bags and jumps into my arms.

"Oh my gosh, yes, Bella!"

"Good, because I have everything prepared," I say, giggling at Marlee's gleeful expression. "We're getting you ready first."

America and I get Marlee dressed and shoo her out to get her hair, makeup, and nails down. I help America get in her dress, and I put the fur shawl over it. "Oh, America, you look so beautiful." I let her step back and admire herself in the tri-fold mirror.

"Bella…" America says, turning to me with tears in her eyes. "It's better than I ever dreamed of." America pulls me in for a hug.

"Better watch your makeup, Ames. Don't cry it off," I joke. She laughs and dries her eyes.

"It's your turn, bride-to-be," America says, just as Marlee walks in. "Oh, Marlee…it fits you perfectly."

I turn and see Marlee. The dress fits, as America said, her perfectly. The dress is a pale blue with lines of glitter to match America's rose gold dress. Her blonde hair is in a half-up half-down hairstyle with the front of her hair twisted back. Her back hair is loosely curled with little white flowers throughout. Her makeup is natural with pink undertones, like ours.

"What do you think?" Marlee asks.

"It's perfect," America and I both say at the same time.

Marlee smiles. "Thanks, you guys. Now, Bella, it's your turn."

Marlee and America spend the next half hour getting my dress on. I stand there, not wanting to watch. "We're done, Bella. You can look now," America says, stepping back.

I go and walk to the mirror and gasp. "Oh my gosh," I say. The dress is beautiful like it was when I first tried it on, but it looks so much better with the lost weight, my hair, makeup, and nails. I turn around and look at America and Marlee.

"Oh, Bella, it's perfect," Marlee says, and America just nods. I walk over to them, and I hug them both. "You're going to be a perfect bride," Marlee says, "but you still need your veil."

America comes with the cathedral veil with lace flowers at the end. I had it made so the veil would be covering my face until it was time for Maxon and me to kiss. He would lift it up and kiss me, showing that we are now one. Marlee and America get to work pinning it to my hair, being careful not to ruin it.

They finish and we all look at ourselves in the mirror. Silvia pops her head into the room. "Oh my gosh, girls, you all look so beautiful," she says. "Now, it's time." She hands us two bouquets.

"Thank you, Silvia. We'll be down in a minute," I say, shutting the door. "Marlee, here is your bouquet. And this is mine. Now, America…I would like you to be my Maid of Honor."

America squeals. "Of course, Bella!" I hug her.

"Alright, then I'll give you my bouquet when I get up to the altar. Now, let's go. I don't want to keep Maxon waiting any longer."

Marlee, America, and I walk out the door heading to the church.