Lauren stood in front of the mirror, gazing in silent amazement at her reflection. Everything she had ever hoped for was finally coming true. As a young girl, she'd never imagined what sort of wedding dress she'd wear, because she'd never seen one. But now - wearing it and being able to see her own reflection was one of the happiest moments of her life.

The eyes staring back at her were hard to imagine as ever being someone else's. They were the first eyes she'd ever seen in her face, she couldn't imagine what they'd look like belonging to someone else. But they did, and she was reminded of the every time she looked in the mirror.

She turned carefully, enveloped by yards of silk and taffeta, her dress creating an enormous rustling noise as she moved. She stopped still when the person who had entered the room was someone she had never seen before. By the way the girl was staring at her, she knew that there was only one person who it could possibly be.

Brianna walked forward, in enraptured silence, gazing intently at Lauren's eyes. Lauren stared back, unblinking, allowing her to come closer. Her breathing was becoming shallow, and Lauren could see that she was more distraught than she was letting on. Finally, she broke the silence.

"You know, they say that the eyes are a window to the soul. But how can that be, when you have someone else's eyes? Do they become a window to the new soul, or do they remain a window to the original one? Or maybe you just carry a part of the old soul around with you; like the only way you could be a match to her eyes is if you have similar souls as well as blood types. You're nothing like my mother: you don't look like her, you don't sound like her, your personality is completely different from hers. But still, when I look into your eyes - her eyes, I can still something of her in you," she said, contemplating the woman in front of her.

"That's possibly the greatest compliment I've ever been given," Lauren said softly. Brianna bristled at the comment. One of her biggest pet peeves with Lauren was the she never seemed sincere, there was a phony aspect to her. But after a few moment of silence, Brianna realized that she had meant what she had said.

"Shouldn't you be getting married right about now?" Brianna asked, breaking eye contact with her for the first time she Lauren had turned around.

"I probably shouldn't keep him waiting any longer. Are you…are you going to be there?" Lauren asked carefully.

"I'll decide three seconds before it starts. You never know," Brianna said, as she turned and walked out the door.

* * * *

It was a simple ceremony, small, without too much boring tradition that most people detested about weddings. They had decided that this was what they wanted. Close family and friends who were more than that surrounded them, as they simply said their vows and were pronounced man and wife.

In the joyous moments following, Nick felt as if he were in a dream. Surrounded by well-wishers and people congratulating him, he felt lost in a sea of people. It was worse than an out of control crowd he had experienced, and he was trying to keep from losing his cool.

"Now, Carter, I don't see what the big deal is. That wasn't so hard, now, was it?" a familiar voice said from his side, calling him back to reality.

"Brie! You were here?"

"The whole time. And you may be a half-decent song writer, my friend, but let me tell you, after those vows you wrote, don't go quitting your day job. Whoever is responsible for allowing you to spew that tripe in public deserves a beating of the worse kind. Nice suit, by the way," she said very quickly. Nick just stared at the girl who had been his reality call since the day she'd rejected him horribly. She seemed so different now, so alien from what he remembered. She was dressed up; not that her usual state of attire was anything less than bordering on formal, but she was dressed to the nines, in her simple, elegant way that reminded him so much of her mother. While she was trying to hide a smile while tearing apart his wedding vows, there was a sadness in her eyes that he didn't remember seeing there. She was the same person, but so much different now. A lot had happened to his best friend. Where had he been?

"I can't believe you're here," he said simply, gathering her in his arms, never wanting to let her go again.

* * * *

Brianna watched the speeches with a mildly bored look on her face. Caught between the boys and their significant others at the table, she was forced to remain seated. And Kevin, who she really wanted to scream at for a while, was nowhere to be seen.

"He's dead. I'm going to kill him," she muttered under her breath.

"What's wrong, Brie?" Brian asked. Brianna looked in his direction sympathetically. He had quite the black eye, and was undoubtedly going to be the object of many rumors for quite awhile.

"Where is your cousin?" she asked dangerously. Brian shrugged slightly, and Brianna glared down into her wine glass. The others seated at the table exchanged amused smiles. They knew what was coming, and were delighted to think about what could possibly happen.

Brianna raised her head, and returned her focus to the wedding traditions unfolding before her eyes. Sighing, she listened to the maid of honor ramble on about how strong her friendship with Laurel had been, and every detail of their adolescence. Brianna made a mental note to never have a big wedding, and let her best friend speak publicly there. She could just imagine Kevin getting up and saying some sort of speech. She was almost laughing as she imagined the reactions of her college friends who would be there, listening to him take an hour to say one sentence.

Struck by the sudden realization that it was Kevin who she imagined there, it was Kevin who she now pictured as her best friend, Brianna looked towards Nick. He was lost in a daydream, she could tell, but he was staring at his bride, looking completely content and happy. The look of a man who had everything that he could possibly want; his wife, his companion, and his new best friend.

And she understood. For the first time ever since that horrible phone call had come four months ago, she finally understood. She wasn't being replaced at all. Nick had just gained something so much more. And in the process, so had she. She now had Kevin.

Sighing again, she wondered with some level of annoyance as to his whereabouts. She hadn't seen him at all since the ceremony. He hadn't shown up at the reception as of yet. She had a few choice words she wanted to share with him, while the wine she'd been throwing back was still keeping her in a good humor.

Finally the agonizingly long speech had ended, and there was dancing again. Unlike many other receptions that she'd been to, couples were almost racing to the dance floor, eager to have a good time. Brie was impressed by that much, at least. Finally, her unofficial escort of six left the table, giving her some room to breath.

After standing up, rather unsteadily, she found some of the people she'd met through various visits with the Boys while they were on tour, and started a conversation with them. In the middle of arguing about the usage of fabrics with the costumer for their tour, Brianna looked up on the dance floor, as something caught her attention.

She'd found Kevin. He was looking as dapper as ever in his black tux. That vision alone seemed to catch her breath in her throat. Watching him walk across the dance floor towards the head table, where Nick and the wedding party were seated, Brie's eyes widened.

"Oh, isn't that great?" the costumer asked her.

"Pardon?" Brianna whispered, distracted.

"It looks as though Miriam and Kevin have finally worked things out. I knew that break up would never last," he said. But Brianna wasn't listening. Her attention (and her eyes) were fixated on the woman who was holding on to Kevin's hand.