“I miss Spencer,” Ashley breathed out slouching back into her seat.

The bass player’s head dropped, “Ashley,” he sighed rubbing his temple.

“You’re marrying her tomorrow,” Carrot Top laughed. “Man, you’re acting like you’ll never see her again or something.”

“I just don’t get why we have to be apart for this,” the rocker whined.

***

“I told you Spencer, its tradition,” Paula explained as she rolled a lock of her daughter’s hair up.

Spencer sighed, “You didn’t see how broken she looked though when I said we couldn’t see each other until tomorrow.”

“She’ll get over it,” Kyla said only half listening as she turned the page of her magazine.

“I think it’s cute when Ashley get’s like that,” Chelsea chuckled from her seat on the Carlin’s couch. “It’s not often you get to see that side of her.”

“Only for you Spencer,” the short brunette cooed.

The blonde blushed and ducked her head slightly involuntary messing up a curl.

Paula huffed. “Hold still Spencer, I’m trying to roll your hair up. I want it to have the right amount of body and bounce.”

“Mom, you’ve become quite the hair dresser,” the blonde giggled.

Paula stood back and observed her work. “My mother did my hair for my wedding and her mother did her hair for her wedding and so on … its traditional,” she explained taking a seat next to her daughter.

“You and your traditions,” Spencer said with a teasing smile.

“Hush,” Paula admonished lightly smacking the younger blonde’s leg.

“Can you believe this,” Chelsea sighed out. “You’re getting married Spencer.”

Spencer shook her head and smiled. She shrugged helplessly. “It all feels like a dream,” she whispered as her eyes gleamed with excitement. “It’s like a never ending fairytale.”

“Please,” Paula whispered as she took out her handkerchief and dabbed her eyes, “I was trying to save all my tears for the wedding.”

***

“Today’s the big day,” Eric all but yelled as he entered the dressing room. He sauntered over to the rocker who was fussing over her appearance in the full mirror. “You look beautiful,” he said genuinely.

Ashley let out a nervous breath and smoothed down the non-existent wrinkles on her from fitting knee length black dress. She turned and smiled at her driver, “Really,” she asked.