The prefect day. (Damien C./Curia/open)

[Brooke Alice Barrow]

Brooke was in the back with the few of her bridesmaids and having a panic attack. What if things didn't go to plan? What if no one showed up? What if this, what if that. She wasn't even sure she could go through with it right then. But she'd been planning for months by herself. She had to see it through to the end. She was pacing and shaking her hands nervously.

"Brooke. Calm down. It's okay, everything is fine." Her brother Peter took her by the shoulders.

She looked at him like he was crazy, "Have you lost it? Nothing looks right, I'm getting fat, my dress hardly and you expect me to calm down!? I'm not going to calm down until the dinner!" She said in her Jersey drawl.

"You're not fat, Brooke, you're just having a natural thing for brides." One of her bridesmaids shrugged.

"This. Is. Not. Natural. It has to be perfect." She slammed her hands against her dress. It was a silk sleeveless, low cut with a layered train. It was hot and heavy. But beauty is pain and she was going to be primped and polished till she glowed. Her hair was up in the back with bangs to frame her face.

From her chair in the horrid green dresses the bridesmaids had to wear, Lianna was shaking her head. She had to be nice. Had to be nice. She repeated in her head. Sophie was there too, but she had no objections to the dresses and hoped this went well.

"Sophie. What do you think?" Brooke asked her.

"What? Oh, I think everything will go just fine. Everything looks great too. You have no reason to worry." Sophie smiled. Brooke didn't look any happier.

Lianna shook her head again and stood up. She walked over to Brooke and slapped her. She was being stupid. "Look. Everything looks fine. You look fine. Stop stressing."

"THAT HURT!"

"Then quit being a prick for attention. Go out there. Get married. And be happy. Maybe then I'll be able to stand you."

There was a knock at the door and Sophie, feeling awkward, went to answer it. "Hello?"

[Damien Voltaire Cavaliere]

Gabe got annoyed with his brother's anxious pacing and adjusting of his tie. He decided to check on Brooke before he hurt Damien.

When Sophie cracked the door, Gabe smiled at her.

"How is she? Damie is going to get his ass kicked if he doesn't leave his tie alone," he said loudly, having caught sight of his twin adjusting his tie again.

Marissa glanced up when she heard a muffled "Fuck you, Gabe!" from the other side of the door. She sighed as she stood and adjusted her dress. Time to play mother-of-the-groom.

"Brooke, Lady Lianna, calm down," she chided. "And act more like ladies, especially you, Lianna."

She'd be damned if a child named for her grandmother would act the fool.

((I feel like Tonks is there for some reason...))

[Brooke Alice Barrow]

Brooke started screaming about how nothing was right. It was about the same time Damien shouted from the other room. She started to beat her head with her hands. Then stopped and started to complain about her hair. She then started crying. Peter held her and mouthed, that time. Great. Just great.

Lianna shrugged, "I am lady like, I just have a honest mouth. And she needed it."

"Well, um, you might not want to come in here. Lianna already hit Brooke." Sophie said stepping in to the hall and closing the door behind her. "How's he holding up? Doing better than her I hope?" She chuckled.

Tonks came up the stairs and clapped. "Come on, come on, lets go. I wanna see them both. I just got here and well, I'm kind of family.." She grinned.