Tony stepped through the front doors of the Melana house "Peace offering." He said with a mouthful of chocolate swirl cupcake. He stopped next to Tommy, who was standing in the gap of the dining room and front entrance.

The wedding dress was laid out on the dining table. The long sleeves of the white dress hung over the edge of the dining table. The long train of the dress struggled to find room to sit flat as it stretched down the dining table and close to the gap of the kitchen and dining room. The veil sat in the white box which had been thrown on the floor.

"Oh, Those the chocolate ones?" Tommy noticed the cupcake Tony was eating, Tony reached out the cupcake box. Tommy reached in and pulled a chocolate swirl out.

The dress struggled to show it's modern touch as yellow spots filtered over the once perfectly white dress.

"Love is a funny thing. My father struggled to show his affection to me, my mother didn't care for us." She stared at the wedding dress "I thought love was just a silly little concept." Vera felt like she was in a daze "When I meet Zasha, I didn't know how to react. I knew I wanted to protect her." Vera furrowed in confusion "Zasha's gorgeous." She sighed "But I just don't know..." Vera tried to adjust the wedding dress on the table knowing full well the dress wouldn't stay perfectly on the dining table "When I found my mother's ring, I knew who I wanted to give it to. I certainly wasn't going to wear it." Vera whipped the dress off the table before poorly folding the dress "Maybe if I wasn't a Melana, things would've been different."