"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Prescott asked for what felt like the millionth time today, when Astrid walked down the stairs. "I know it's just shopping, but-"

"Prescott, sweetie." Astrid turned to face her husband, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. "I'm going to be okay. It's just a simple shopping day for dresses; I'm going to be fine." she gave him a small smile as she kissed him on the cheek and came down the last flight of stairs before meeting up with Rosalie and Genevieve, who was ignoring Raegan as he pressed a kiss on her cheek. "Besides, my girls got me."

Rosalie nodded, giggling after Olivier kissed her multiple times on her cheek. "Don't worry too much, Prescott," she said with a laugh, kissing him back. "We got her."

Prescott sighed as he looked at the two women in his wife's life, knowing that if anything happens to her, they got her. "Okay," he said with a small smile. "We'll take care of the tree in the main-"

"Nope," Rosalie shook her head. "We're doing that tonight-I've always wanted to trim the tree with friends anyway, and I want to do that tonight."

He opened her mouth in protest, but then sighed and nodded. He'd never thought about it like that before-besides, he liked that tradition anyway, and soon, he'll be able to do that with his own family. "Okay, we can wait till tonight. You can, however, tell us where the Christmas things are in this place."

"Upstairs in-" she stopped when she remembered where it was, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Rosalie felt the tears brimming in her eyes as she remembered where the Christmas things were. "In...his...office." she answered, not wanting to say Elijah's name out loud. "It's in that closet on the side."

Olivier nodded as he gave her one last kiss on her lips. "Okay, we'll go and get it," he assured her, knowing that the door was locked. He leaned down so he could whisper in her ear, "where's the keys to his office?"

"On the key rack...near the kitchen." Rosalie whispered back, turning to the opened door that Genevieve stomped out of the house and had stomped off the stairs, ignoring Raegan calling for her. "I'll see y'all later, okay?" she said with a small smile, turning and running after her friend, helping Astrid down the stairs.

"Have fun!" Olivier called after them before closing the door, facing the two men. "Okay, what the hell did you do to her now?" he hissed, walking into the living room. "You're already on her list after Candice showed up here-"

"Candice showed up?!" Reagan asked, stopping at the doorway of the living room. He was shocked that his side piece showed up, blinking at them. "When did she show up?"

"This morning," Olivier answered, plopping down in the blue armchair. "Genevieve nearly cursed her out if I didn't step in and stop her. And then she turned around and tried to hit on me, right in front of her."

Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn.

"I'll talk to her," Raegan declared. "Tonight. I'll take her somewhere to talk to her, to tell her not to show up like that again." He hoped Candice understood that he wanted his wife back. After all the shit that happened between them, he didn't want to fuck it up even more. But after knowing that she came over this morning, meeting his soon to be ex-wife and survived, he really needed to make sure she stayed far away from her as possible.

"Look, Rae, normally I don't step in, but take it from me, a guy who had a girlfriend who won't stop talking to him, contacting him, hell, even fucking forced him to sleep with her, you need to hurry up and shut it down before it gets worse." Olivier warned him, thinking of the many times Chrysèlie called, appeared out of nowhere when he was trying to avoid her, and then that horrible night in Vegas when she sexually assulted him, getting pregnant with his own child, a child he promised Rosalie she was going to have once they were married, and now he was the father of a one year old son that he loved with all his heart.

Rae nodded. He knew how serious Olivier was about things like this-he was the posterboy of fucked up relationships, and he didn't want to go through what he was going through right now with his ex. "I swear, I'll take care of it." he promised as the phone started to ring.

"Good," Prescott answered, getting up and going to get the phone. "Because if you don't, then there's going to be hell to pay." he warned, picking the phone up and answered it. Then his face started to pale when he heard the voice. "Olivier," he said, making the Luxemborugish man groan, getting up and going to get the phone, knowing damn well who it was.

"Hallo, Chrysèlie..."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"How the hell did you deal with that French bitch when she was around?"

Rosalie looked up from the gorgeous Balenciaga dress she found when she heard the question. "Chrysèlie? Easy. I thought "What would Geneveieve do?" and did that. You're worried about Candice, aren't you?" she asked, moving away from the dress to pick up a Adriana Iglaesias backless dress.

Genevieve grunted as she picked up a white dress by Alice + Olivia. "I am. She has no right to come up to your house and try and see my husband."

"Ex."

"What?"

"You called Rae your husband. Not your ex." Rosalie put the dress down and picked up a Carolina Herrera dress, humming approvingly. "That means you still love him."

A sigh escaped the brunette woman as she nodded. "I do still love him." she whispered softly. "No matter what he'd done to me, I still love Raegan. He was my first, you know. First kiss...first time making love...my first everything. Now that this is happening, I don't want us to get a divorce."

"Then what do you want?" Astrid asked, walking out of the dressing room in a floral gown, her eighth-month stomach protruding out, making her glow. "Do you want him, G, or you don't?"

Looking at her two best friends, Genevieve thought about it. What did she want? Did she want her husband back?? Or did she really want to divorce him and start all over? "At this damned party, I wanted to flirt with all the available men, to make him jealous," she admitted. "But now...I don't think I can do that."

"You can't do it," Rosalie said, shaking her head. "It'll hurt you too much. It hurted Olivier so much when he realized what she did to him, because he wanted to do it. Give me a child that I lost."

"You mean..." Astrid lowered her voice, knowing how sensitive the subject was to Rosalie, since she lost her child the moment she heard about Elijah's death. "He wanted to replace the child you lost?"

She shook her head. "No...he wanted to give me one. And he thought that he broke that promise, but he didn't. Chrysèlie sexually assaulted him to have the baby. The one we're going to have one day is going to be ours and ours alone. He doesn't want to replace that one." A small smile tugged her lips as she turned back to the dresses. "And I think I want that to happen."

"You mean...you want to get married again?" Genevieve asked. "Go through all that pomp and circumstance?"

"Maybe," she answered with a chuckle. "I mean, this is a secret, but me and Elijah-"

"Ladies," the cool voice of Lily was heard behind them, making all three turn to face her. "A lovely day to pick out dresses, don't you think? Ah, Rosalie, can we talk about this morning? You really shouldn't have that confrontation where everyone can see. I mean, it was almost on the front page-"

"I knew it," Genevieve snapped, gently moving her friend over to she could be face to face to her. "You dumbass bitch. You sent that blonde slut over to get on my damn nerves, huh?"

Lily blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Oh you heard me. You sent Candice over to fuck me up, huh?"

"What on earth gave you that idea, Genevieve? I thought we were getting over all of this-"

"Fuck you, Lily. Fuck you. You sent your friend over to piss me off, just so you can get a juicy scoop to put on your fucking website or magazine. Well guess what, you psychopathic bitch? You're not getting a damn scoop from me or anyone else in this damn town-or when we go back to Georgia. Crawl back to your friends or whatever fucking hole you came out of, and do us all a favor and find some new sources about someone else-like that hot-shot lawyer Tristan Merriweather or, oh I don't know, someone else that isn't us, you stupid ass bitch." Genevieve snapped, turning to her friends. "We can go somewhere else to get the dresses to this stupid-ass party she's hosting-"

"What?" This time, it was Lily's turn to growl.

Swinging her hair as she turned back to her, Genevieve blinked. "What's wrong, Lil? You're deaf too? Lemme help you with that-we're coming to your stupid-ass gala. We already RSVPed. I'm coming with my husband. So if you don't excuse us, we're going to go and find the most fabulous dresses to wear to this thing tomorrow, and show up looking our best."

"Who said you're going?"

"Why, all of us."

"No, I mean, who said you're going, Genevieve Ayers?"

"Excuse me, bitch?"

"Rosalie and Astrid can come. You just...can't." Lily told her with a snarky smile. "I have just uninvited you. But Raegan can come! I'm sure Candice would be so happy to see him. Maybe I can get a pic of them kissing-oh how scandalous of me."

Everything Lily was saying made Genevieve shake. Horribly. "You'll regret making that decision." she growled, sharply nodding her head towards the door. "Fuck you, Lily Hamilton. I will show up. And you can't even stop me."

"Watch me bitch," Lily called back.