All of the guests have found their seats around the very large round tables spread sporadically about the room. The lights have been dimmed and a large spotlight shines upon the DJ hired for the event. He speaks into the microphone clutched in his hand. "Thank you everyone for joining us here tonight. Before we proceed any further, allow me to introduce to you, your hosts for this evening. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the bride's father, Mister Richard Bradshaw!"

A second spotlight suddenly comes alive and shines upon the large wooden double doors that are the entrance. Both doors are simultaneously opened and Richard steps into the ballroom. He is greeted with applause as he makes his way through the room and to his table.

The DJ again begins to speak. "May I now introduce to you, the best man, Robby McEwell and the very beautiful maid of honor, Rebecca Wade!"

The guests continue to clap as Robby and Rebecca enter the ballroom arm-in-arm. Robby escorts Rebecca to the head table.

For the final time, the DJ calls for attention. "And now, it is my honor, to introduce to you, for the first time, Mister and Missis Charles and Alyson Cauldwell!"

The bride and groom enter the ballroom to the loudest applause yet, as many guests rise to their feet to give the couple a standing ovation. Dozens of camera flashes blind the couple as they make their way to the head table and join Robby and Rebecca.

The guests finally take their seats as Robby taps a spoon against his water glass. "On behalf of the bride and groom, I'd like to thank all of you for being here with us tonight to celebrate the love these two share. For those of you who do not know me, my name is Robby. When Charlie first introduced me to Aly, I honestly asked myself 'What is a girl like her, doing with a guy like him?' and to tell you the truth, I'm still asking myself that right now, here tonight." Robby pauses as the guests laugh. "In all seriousness, I've known Charlie for a couple years now, and I owe more to him than anyone knows. For one, had it not been for him meeting Aly, it's unlikely I'd be standing before you all today as the happy man that I am. You see, it's highly unlikely I'd come to know the maid of honor, had it not been for Charlie and Aly's relationship. And as it is now, I can barely remember my life before Rebecca. For that alone, I owe the two of them everything. But, Charlie and Aly are much more than excellent match makers. They are two people who share an undeniable bond that goes beyond the simple word 'love'. When I see the two of them together, I can only hope that one day, I will share that kind of connection with the woman I love. It has been my supreme honor to stand up in this wedding tonight, and I hope the both of you will return the favor when I myself one day, marry the woman of my dreams." Robby looks at Rebecca as he raises his glass into the air. The guests raise their drinks into the air as well. "To Charles and Alyson: may your lives together be filled with immense love, adoration, and happiness."

Robby and the rest of the guests take a sip of their champagne. "Well, I don't know about the rest of you," Robby says, "but I'm starving. Let's eat, shall we?" Robby takes a seat just as several waiters emerge form the kitchen carrying large trays of food. They then begin serving the guests.

Aly leans closer to Rebecca, who is seated at her right and says, "By the sounds of that speech, I wonder how long it will be until we're back here for your wedding."

"Oh, now you're just being silly. We only met a few months ago, and been together for less time than that. Robby was just being Robby. He tends to get a little over excited about things."

"Sounds like you know Robby a bit more than you're willing to admit if you're able to make an analysis like that," she says as the waiters reach their table and begin to place plates of food before them.

Jake and Lukas Roland sit at the bar, having a quiet conversation with one another.

Lukas takes another sip of his beer before setting the mug back on the bar. "Woman of your dream's huh? What's she do?"

"I don't know," Jake responds.

"Okay, where's she from?"

"Couldn't tell you."

"Right, and what's her name?"

"Not a clue."

"Jake, I'm beginning to think we aren't discussing a real woman."

"What? Of course she's real. I met her in the park earlier today."

"Really..."

"Yeah, really. What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Just wondering how you know that she's the woman of your dreams, but nothing about her."

Ajay and Jenna have moved from the main garage and now sit facing each other on the black, leather couch that lines one of the walls in Ajay's small office. A cluttered desk, as well as several steel filing cabinets also fills the room.

"Are you mad?" Jenna asks.

"I'm frustrated, Jenna, not mad, just frustrated," he sighs. "But I don't want to keep having this same conversation either." Ajay suddenly goes quiet.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"I- I didn't realize how hard this was going to be." He pauses again.

"Ajay, what's going on?"

"Jenna, we can't keep doing this. First it's the press, now it's your father, what next? I want to be with you, but not like this." He gets up from the couch and turns to face her. "You need to choose, and you need to choose now. Either you allow me to be a part of your life outside of these walls, of I walk out of it forever."

The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping across the tiled-floor fills the otherwise silent hallway as the woman in black advances towards the hotel's ballroom. She reaches the large double doors which have since been closed and pushes through one of them. Many of the guests inside quickly turn in the direction of the disturbance caused by the woman's abrupt arrival. The loud chattering turns into a quiet murmuring of voices as the guests comment to one another about the woman in all black.

The woman lifts her head, so that for the first time, the large brimmed hat atop her head no longer obstructs the view of her face.

Charlie begins to slowly rise out of his seat. "Oh my God."

Aly leaps to her own feet and places a hand on his shoulder, "Charlie, what's going on? Do you know her?"

The woman lifts the hat off her head, revealing her dark brunette tresses pinned behind her head. "Oh darling, don't tell me that you haven't yet told your new wife of your dear mother."

"Mother?" Aly quietly asks her husband.

"You've done well for yourself, Charles," the woman says. "She looks to be much of an improvement over the last few strumpets you've disgraced our family's name with."

Rebecca rises to join the couple on their feet and asks, "Did she just say 'strumpet'?"

"Yes dear, I did," the woman begins. "By the looks of you, it should be a term you are quite familiar with."

Robby angrily gets up from his chair and opens his mouth to speak.

"Not a word, Robert!" the woman calls.

Richard slams his hand down on his table. "I demand to know what is going on here," he says while rising to his feet and looking at the woman. "Who are you?"

In a defeated tone of voice, Charlie answers instead. "Her name is Victoria Cauldwell, and she is my mother."