Debra changed into her wedding dress.


    The stylist and makeup artist marveled, "Madam, you look stunning in this dress.


    Forget red-carpet celebrities. None of them canpare to you."


    Debra felt ttered, and Michael smiled, "This dress suits you perfectly."


    "Thank you."


    Michael nced at the brightening sky outside. "It''s about time. I''d like to y the


    role of your family and walk you out."


    There was hardly anyone else left in the Frazier family.


    Debra recalled all the ups and downs. Michael had always been the backbone of


    thepany and her most reliable partner.


    "In my mind, you''re always my family," she said.


    Michael chuckled, "If you hadn''t agreed to let me walk you out, I would''ve been


    upset."


    The bridal convoy pulled up outside. Erica saw it through the window and


    eximed, "Here they are. Go block the door."


    Debra blinked. "Block the door?"


    Erica quickly directed the stylist and makeup artist to barricade the door. Then,


    with lightning speed, she pulled Debra to sit on the bed.


    She whispered, "No matter what happens, don''t make a sound."


    "Why?" Debra was bewildered.


    "I saw this on TV. When the groomes to pick up the bride, the bridesmaids


    are supposed to block the door. It''s like a game. He has to pass all the tests to get


    through. I''ve studied this thoroughly. Trust me, it''ll be fun."


    "But..."


    A sudden knock on the door interrupted them.


    "Block it. Don''t let them in," Ericamanded, throwing herself into the action.


    From outside came a voice. "It''s me. Open the door."


    Erica recognized the voice. "Liza? What are you doing here?"


    "I''m a bridesmaid. The wedding car brought me here," Liza replied.


    Erica doubted it. "I''m the only bridesmaid. Can''t fool me."


    "Debra made me her bridesmaid. Let me in," Liza exined.


    Erica turned to Debra for


    confirmation. She shrugged. "Liza


    the Potter Mansion and insisted on


    attending the wedding, saying she''d


    never been a bridesmaid before,


    so


    Erica was skeptical, shouting toward the door. "I don''t believe you. You must be a


    spy."


    "Let me in, or I''ll knock down the door," Liza threatened.


    "Go ahead. Even if you smash it, you''re not getting in," Erica taunted.


    Suddenly, there came a beeping


    sound. Liza''s bodyguard booted


    open the door in one swift motion


    The makeup artist and the stylist jumped back in fright.


    Liza strode in triumphantly, holding up a key card. "A small door can''t stump me."


    Erica panicked. "Shit! If you could


    think of using the room key, Marion.


    could too This is not footproof


    "Erica..." Debra tried to say something, but a booming voice came from


    downstairs.


    "Folks!" Gand announced. "The groom hase to pick up the bride."