"Wake up!" Stella was hit in the face by a pillow and didn't even have to open her eyes to know it was Jo.

"Josephine March I swear to God I am not in the mood." Stella grumbled, throwing the pillow back at her. She rolled over and opened her eyes to find Amy staring into her eyes, a stony glare on her face.

"Wake up."

Stella screamed slightly, and sat up.

"Amy!" She exclaimed.

"Yes?" Amy sat up innocently.

"You know what today is!" Meg opened the curtains and Stella held her hands up to her eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them.

"Someone give me a knife and some acid." Amy stood up to get some, but then realised what her sister said and sat back down again.

"The plan will work." Jo said, Amy having explained it to them previously.

"I know."

Stella stood up as three maids entered, her dress in their arms. It was so big it took all of them to carry it, and the tiara was placed on top of it.

"Let's get this over with." Stella stripped out of her clothes and the maids began to bathe her, before tightening the corset around her waist.

"I-" she paused as the corset got drawn tighter, "hate- Aunt- March- so- much- right- now!" She exclaimed, and the corset was finally finished, and then dress put on.

"Stella you look stunning." Amy commented, her eyes brimming with tears.

"It's so heavy." Stella complained in her mind, but only smiled in real life.

"You look incredible." Meg commented, and Beth gaped at her older sister.

"I can't believe you're getting married." Jo laughed.

"Neither can I." Stella replied.

Beth placed the tiara on Stella's head and grinned. They had done her hair when she was bathing, and the middle sister March looked terrific.

"Do you think Laurie will like it?" Charlotte asked Stella.

"No. I don't. He isn't keen on feathers and ruffles."

"But he thinks you're splendid." Meg joked, referring to the night that she had told the sisters all about.

"Of course." Stella laughed.

The sisters and Charlotte all got dressed into their dresses, and Stella sat waiting for twelve o'clock.

"Girls?" Marmee called from outside. Stella stood up.

"Come in!" She called.

Mr Laurence, Mr March and Marmee walked in, and Mr March immediately burst into tears.

"Oh, father! Don't cry!" Stella hugged him.

"You're so grown up." He sobbed, and Stella kissed his cheek, before sitting down at the dresser and beginning to do her makeup.

"Oh, Stella." Marmee commented, tears filling her eyes.

"Not you too, Marmee!" Stella laughed.

"Stella, darling, this is from Laurie." Mr Laurence held out an envelope and Stella opened it, taking out a train ticket. She tucked it in her thigh garter when nobody was looking, hidden under many layers.

Stella looked at the clock, and groaned inwardly.

"Eleven forty five, we should go." Stella said, her father taking her arm.

"Don't forget," she mouthed to her sisters as they walked down to the ballroom, where they were having the wedding.

"Never." They mouthed back.

Jo walked out first, looking very uncomfortable in her large dress. Then came Charlotte, looking very at home in the large dress.

Then Beth, who didn't like the attention, then Meg (pregnant Meg), then Amy, and then the music really started up. Beth was sat at the piano, her flowers resting on the organ.

Her fingers glided across the ivories as Stella walked down the aisle, and she smiled at Laurie, who looked as if he was about to cry. Then she nodded at Dennis, letting him know the plan was still in order.

The priest began to drone on and on, and Stella began to wish that her first plan (the one that included the priest dying) was the plan they were sticking with.

"If anyone wishes to stop this wedding, speak now, or forever hold your peace." Stella grinned as a quarter of the people in the room stood.

She let go of Dennis' hands and looked out into the crowd.

"They don't love each other!" Jo exclaimed.

"It's all arranged!" Beth shrieked, being as loud as she possibly could.

"I love Dennis!" Amy yelled.

"I love Stella!" Teddy cried.

"They aren't truly happy!" Meg exclaimed, and Mr Brooke stood up as well, holding hands with his wife.

"My sister is desperate!" Mr March cried excitedly, and Aunt March stood up.

"Enough!" She yelled.

"Carry on, Richard." She nodded to the priest.

And he did, ignoring everything that the protesters had said.

"Wait, no! You can't do that! I refuse!" Dennis exclaimed.

The crowd began to make a racket, and Stella held up her hand.

"Just keep going." She muttered to the priest, and Dennis looked at her with a look of betrayal. She knew that the crowd was as well.

Had she really given up?