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could go, she rocked back and forth on her feet impatiently. The music slowed and<br />
stopped. She felt the hush, the rush of air that seemed to go through her from feet to<br />
fingertips, and then it happened. The doors swung open from the other side, and she<br />
stared ahead. New music. Different music.<br />
A room full of people turned around to look at you is a strange thing indeed, she had<br />
time to think. She began to take slow steps, not even taking the time to worry that she<br />
would trip over her feet. People she knew from Boston, women who had been friends of<br />
her mother, people who worked for Pacey's father, men who had washed dishes at the<br />
Icehouse when they were boys, women whose hair Pacey had pulled when they were<br />
girls. They turned and watched her, and she looked at their faces, and she felt<br />
beautiful. A familiar flush of affection hit her as she skimmed her eyes over Andie's<br />
giddy grin, Jen's warmly satisfied smile, and Bessie's brimming tears. Doug was<br />
grinning stoically, if such a thing was possible. Jack was still just as awkwardly<br />
appealing as he'd been the first day she met him. She saw <strong>Dawson's</strong> eyes on her, then<br />
they flicked into the crowd, bringing a brighter, conspiratorial smile to his face.<br />
Somewhere in this room is his girl, she thought.<br />
And Pacey. She thought she'd known what to expect. She'd seen him in a tux before,<br />
at parties and weddings and things, and she'd seen him happy before. But somehow<br />
this collision of how perfectly beautiful he looked and how perfectly happy he looked<br />
knocked the breath out of her for a minute. She knew she was smiling, but she also<br />
knew that however she looked, it wasn't doing justice to how she felt. She stared at the<br />
scar on his cheek, even though she couldn't see it yet -- she fixed her eyes on the spot<br />
where she knew it was. Oh, we both have so many of those, she thought with a twinge<br />
of sadness. She had left him, he had refused her, they had made so many mistakes in<br />
so many different ways -- wise and foolish, rational and irrational, overly analytical and<br />
blindly devoted, they had blundered forward one way or another, and now they were<br />
here. Long roads, her father would have said, require great traveling companions. It<br />
was true.<br />
***<br />
He didn't believe in the whole thing about not seeing the dress before the wedding. As<br />
soon as she reported that she'd found it -- in a shop in Boston with Jen -- he had asked<br />
to see it. "What if it doesn't go with my tux?" he had demanded. "What if it doesn't go<br />
with the decor? What if I just don't like it?" These things were all impossible, of course,<br />
but damn, he'd wanted to see that dress. Back then, it was six months before the<br />
wedding, and he didn't think he could wait that long.<br />
Joey had held firm. "I've done plenty of defying convention," she said with a shrug, "but<br />
at this point, I'm willing to take any help I can get, whether paranormal or not." So he<br />
had waited. He had complained regularly -- You can't honestly believe our future is<br />
going to be affected <strong>by</strong> whether or not I see your dress -- but he had waited. And now<br />
he was glad.<br />
He thought he knew what brides looked like, for the most part. Wedding dresses have<br />
so much in common that they often struck him as more alike than different. He knew<br />
she'd look beautiful, because she always looked beautiful, but he had also started the