On Thursday evening Anakin's iPhone rang.

*Hey, you groom….*

*Hi Rex, you don't want to cancel now, do you?*

*Oh no, I just wanted to tell you, you can save some money, since you pay for all...*

*…and how?*

*Ah…. Sabé and I need only one room.*

*WOW ! That's...WOW...I'm speechless, actually not...Shit Rex, I'm glad to hear this. See you on Saturday then, hope you're still in shape, I mean a hundred of Whiskey on the Rocks...good night Rex.*

*Good night.*

Anakin immediately dialed Padmé's number.

*Hi Angel, do you know the latest?*

*Of course, women act faster, Ani.*

*I should have known. Well, I'm happy for them both, I just don't know how it can work. Long-distance relationships usually don't last.*

*Either, one gives in.*

*Yes. Are you okay, see you tomorrow?*

*Yes, I'll come home after breakfast and then we can...*

*I have an idea.*

*Typical my Ani. I love you. See you tomorrow, bye.*

*Bye, my love.*

After breakfast the next morning, they told their parents they had a quick chat with the wedding planner, but Sola had a suspicions.

"Good morning, little sister. Do you have to do it tomorrow too? On the wedding day, the bride and groom should not see each other. Not a single day without sex, really…"

"Sola!"

"What? I'm happy for you... and that's the only way I'll become an aunt."

"You're bad, but wait a minute, tomorrow is the bachelorette party, then it's your turn. I hope you can take a lot."

"I can, but you can't. We'll make you dance on the table."

"No chance."

"It'll be unforgettable, sis, for us I mean, but you won't remember it. Maybe we'll make a video for recall."

By Saturday afternoon they were all complete. Anakin drove to Logan International and picked up Dormé and Cody.

Afternoon was reserved for rehearsal in the church. Only Padmé and Anakin were nervous, they knew this was about them. Still, they couldn't wait for it to happen...the Skywalkers.

Saturday night was very important, more for her friends than for them. Bachelors and bachelorette parties. It was traditional... high procently..

Padmé, Sola, Dormé, Sabé, Satine and Beru partied at a private nightclub, wanting to rule out the possibility of meeting the men anywhere. Dormé didn't want to miss out on the fun and spared no expense in outfitting Padmé for the occasion. Padmé got pink leggings, a tutu in the same color with a top and a pink jacket. On her head she wore a funny short pink veil. The crowning glory were the cowboy boots in rose and pink. She was hilarious, it was fun poor. It had started slowly until Sola picked up the pace, everyone went along with it, so did Padmé, she wasn't a spoilsport. She soon realized she was tipsy, but she couldn't get away from the girls, especially Sola. So she drank. Here and there something left her mouth that she didn't want to say and the later it got the less she could remember what she said...and what she did. Sola made sure of that.

Padmé got a special present from her friends, a stripper, a handsome well-built young man. He wasn't employed by the club, it was a private gift so he allowed her to touch him. She did, although she wouldn't remember it later, nor how she stripped and danced on the table in just her thong. A beautiful slim woman squirming sexy on the table was an extremely interesting object for Sola's iPhone cam. This night will be remembered by all those who were wise not to drink too much. Padme wasn't one of them.

Anakin, Ben, Cody, Rex, Owen and Darred have decided to party at Tunnel nightclub. Anakin knew the club from before and as soon as they entered, he had remembered his lonely life. The barkeeper approached him and asked where he had been the last few months. Anakin explained that he was having a bachelor party and was immediately promised a nice evening. Professional dancers jumped at Anakin right away, but he hadn't had enough to drink and was insensitive to their charms. His friends made sure that it remained safe. Actually, they all wanted to have fun, but it seemed Owen would outdo them all. The mood became more and more exuberant, everyone drank a lot, Darred, Cody and Rex could hardly stand any longer and Anakin had rolled his eyes, only Owen seemed to be able to take a lot of alcohol. Ben had held back somewhat.

"What's the matter with you, Ben?"

"You won't be able to stand in front of the altar tomorrow. Who will support you if I get drunk now?"

"We'll take a taxi..."

"What? I think you even know what you're talking about, but maybe that's a good cue."

"We've only just started Ben, don't be a spoilsport...hey miss, here's our groom, come on, we need to make sure he's still in function, touch it." Cody took her hand and placed it on Anakin's crotch. "Shit, who says you can't get a stiff when you're drunk!"

"Where's my iPhone?" Rex yelled from the other side..."...I want to send a photo to Padmé."

"I think Anakin also gets interesting photos from Padmé's sister Sola."

As soon as the sentence was finished, Anakin's iPhone answered with an MMS. Looking at the incoming photo, so delirious, he smiled and commented, " Oh man, is she hot , just my type."

Cody snatched the iPhone from his hand and passed it around. All you could hear was aww and oh and Ben escaped a... " I've never seen her like that." The longest sentence of admiration.

The next morning was difficult ... for everyone, but young people can take a lot and after a longer sleep and a cold shower they felt fit again for the afternoon. Little was eaten, the stomach had reported objections.

The parents didn't take part, they only remembered such celebrations.

Already around 9:00 am Dormé and Sabé came to spend the last hours with Padmé and to get ready for themselves. Satine stayed at the hotel with Ben.

Padmé had hired a hairdresser and a make-up artist. She chose a beautiful hairstyle from the catalogue and the hairdresser was delighted with the quality of her hair, saying you can do anything with hair like that. Then it was the make-up artist's turn, she did all the work. Everyone said she looks amazing and that was true.

Dormé and Sabé were also satisfied with their own outfit, hair and make-up.

Sola, mother and the girls were already dressed and came to help Padme into the wedding dress. Padmé had to get on a stool and then they all started...pulling, twisting, tugging, adjusting...yes, the dress is supposed to fit perfectly. The dress was tight-fitting, otherwise it would have no effect.

"Tell me Missy, does Anakin get all those buttons undone, or is he naturally impatient...uh, on occasions like this?"

"He can tear the dress down, Dormé, that would turn me on even more."

"Padme !"

"What did I say?"

"It's nothing compared to what she did tonight."

"What have I done, sis?"

"Dancing naked on the table...and something else."

"I don't think so now and you should be in front of the girls..." Sola pulled out her iPhone and showed her mother the photos.

"I can't remember, so it wasn't me."

"Padmé, I can't find the words...how could you do something like that?"

"Have you never touched another man besides Daddy?" asked Sola.

"Uh… let's drop the subject."

Everyone giggled except Jobal.

Then came the familiar something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue and silver sixpence in her shoe...everything was done, the veil was fastened and the cloak slung over the shoulder. The time to go had come. She picked up the bouquet of white orchids that Shmi had sent to her by delivery boy, took one last long look in the mirror...I'm coming Ani...

"Are you all right, dear?"

"It couldn't be better, mother."

Ruwee and Darred were waiting down in the lobby. Ruwee stood in front of Padmé and looked into her eyes.

"Padme, are you sure?"

"Now listen to me Daddy !" Sola hissed..."...you know very well that you lost her the day she first brought Anakin home. Stop fighting him now, you never stood a chance against him..."

"No scene please, Sola, not on the wedding day." Jobal tried to mediate.

"It's okay Mom...and you Daddy, please be nice to him, he'll be your son-in-law in an hour. ...and to answer your question, yes I'm sure, without him there is no life for me. You're not blind, you've seen how I've been without him for the past seven years, right?"

"You know I only want what's best for you."

"In that case, you know what you have to do."

"I know."

Ruwee offered his daughter his hand and they exited the hotel, getting into the limousines that were waiting for them headed St. Cecilia Church.

Padmé was in the first limousine with her parents, Dormé and Sabé. The mood was a bit subdued, probably due to Sola's attack, but that was her way and this time she was right. Jobal had come to terms with the marriage and was happy for their daughter, but Ruwee still held on to his jealousy and lost influence. Actually, as a lawyer, he should know better, his daughter was already of legal age and not only that, she loved Anakin. This kind of love has nothing to do with loving the father. So Ruwee, he said to himself, your daughter should be happy and that includes full acceptance of the man she loves, you can accept him, you will accept him. So determined he will put Padmé's hand in Anakin's and ask him to watch over her and take care of her.

Belvedere St is a one-way street and quite narrow, but there needs to be enough sidewalk space so that the bride in her wedding dress doesn't have to walk through the parking garage next door. They climbed in front of the entrance and Dormé and Sabé helped Padmé with the dress. On the left they climbed the eighteen steps and entered the interior of the church. It was pleasantly warm in the church, so Jobal took her daughter's cape. Ruwee offered her the crook of his arm and following Ryoo and Pooja they argued to the altar. The surprise couldn't be greater for Padmé as she was standing on the right side, next to Anakin not only Ben but also Cody and Rex. It wasn't the norm, but it was quite common. It was a beautiful sight, all in matching gray suits, all smiling, only one looking a little nervous. On the other side of the altar stood Dormé and Sabé, clearly in a good mood, smiling the whole time, sometimes at Padmé, sometimes at the young men next to Anakin.

On the right sat Anakin's family and some friends from the Order and on the left sat Padme's family. Padmé had friends too, but they all had their place at the altar.

When Ruwe stood in front of Anakin with Padmé, he took her hand and put it in Anakin's.

"Anakin, my son, I place the hand of my beloved daughter in your hand with a request you promise me to watch over her, to care for her and to protect her... as long as..."

Ruwee didn't finish the sentence, tears running down his face.

"...as long as I live, I promise, Sir."

Ruwee managed to smile and went to sit next to his wife.

Father Unni started and Anakin seemed to be taking it as slowly as he could, but it wasn't. Such a rite has its length and when Ben lit the wedding candle, everyone knew it was coming to an end. Then rings were exchanged and hands tied.

"In the name of God and the Church, I confirm the matrimony that you have made."

Padmé took the veil and slid it back over his head.

"You are so beautiful. I love you Mrs. Skywalkerer."

Then he kissed her, long and tender. They stood there and smiled at each other, almost forgetting that they are not alone. Finally, Anakin offered his wife his hand and she took it. The organ played and Mrs. and Mr. Skywalker were on their way out of the church.

In front of the exit, Jobal put the cape over her daughter's shoulders. Outside the limousines were waiting to take them to the Boston Harbor Hotel.

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Best regards from Germany