April 11th, 1994. 4:58 P.M.

A few hours before the engagement dinner party, I only had one thing on my mind, and it wasn't the groom to be. Although I could have been thinking about Steve ever so slightly. His perfectly tailor suit at the end of the isle with Amy, but again that wasn't the only thing on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about how Dallas was after yesterday.

I found a photograph shoved into the side of my suitcase of the two of us. One year we went to a summer camp, the image shows us in the middle of some football stands, all jammed together, shoulder to shoulder. The stands around us were completely empty, but we sat close because we're close.

He hasn't really spoken to me about Avery yet. No matter how much or how little I knew about her, all he did was avoid the conversation. I didn't bring it up, fearing the worst from him. I needed him in my life, always and forever. 

My nude body prawned up from being in the bathtub for so long. I couldn't find the energy to get out and get ready for the dinner. The water turned cold a while ago, but I didn't mind. All I wished for was some music to blare out. I sink down below the water's surface, holding my breath for as long as I possibly could. I didn't notice the shadow casting over me, until I was about to resurface for some air.

As I came up my head was shoved back down again. I wailed around only to inhale even more water into my lungs. My body splashed around only for a couple of seconds until the hand releases from my head.

I launched up immediately gasping for air and coughing up water in the tub. I sit there for a moment in shock, spiting out the water. I paused to see a red headed rodent standing above me, an up roaring laughter explodes out of her mouth. She must've thought it was the funnies thing she's ever seen by the way she laughed out.

"Don't you ever do that again." I snarled at Lori, flicking water up but she moves out of the way just in time. She could've been the poster child for puberty right now with wax coloured cream on her acne spots, unblended eye shadow and curls to prim her hair. She plops down on the edge of the tub, "Mother wants you to get up and dressed, pronto."

"Fine." I grumbled, pushing up out of the bath. I wrapped a towel around my body and went into the bedroom. Amy was throwing clothes around everywhere and trying on a million different outfits. She was in an absolute state, panicking even, "Which one makes me look skinnier?" she says, holding up two dresses.

I roll my eyes, naked and freezing now. Her body was perfect, both dresses would've looked fine. She shoves them closer to my face, "Okay. Okay, the red one goes well with your skin tone." She wriggles around excited and puts it on. I move over to my side of the room, to the dress laid out and iron on the bed top. It was navy blue, my favourite colour. It must've been one of mother's old dresses, she's sewn it into a more fashionable look.

Amy and Lori are now fighting over the reflection of a small mirror. Picking and plucking at themselves to look the exact same. I didn't understand it, but I had more worries to think about. I finished getting ready in under 20 minutes, while those two changed dressed seven more times each, we finally slipped on our shoes and headed out. In the elevator, Amy made poses in the mirrored walls. Sticking her lips out, she could after all it was her big night.

We exit and meet in the lobby with my mother, Steve and Dallas. God. Dallas looked good all cleaned up in a suit, as did Steve. I walked over to him, patting his tie down, "You should clean up more often." I smirked to Dally, he straights up with a returned smile, whispering in a low voice, "If I wear this again, kill me."

My mother held the large camera in her hands, trying to work it out. A lot of other wedding guest are down here too, all ready to go. Avery makes her way over, with aim to get under his skin. She offers to take the photographs for my mother, so she could be in them too.

"You all look so beautiful." She says nicely, but I can see through it, she's all fake. She begins to take a hundred photos; she motions Dally and I to move closer. I push myself against his warm body, I loved the feeling of his arm around my shoulder or on my waist, I smiled weakly at the lens. Dally grips me tightly, trying to make her jealous, but the only one who became that was Steve who squeezed between Dally and holds me close to him as well. I was in heaven.