'I shouldn't be doing this.' Isabella frowned at her reflection in the mirror, yet even as she chastised herself she didn't stop adjusting her long, dangling earrings, taking extra care as she put them on in an attempt to not damage the delicate strings of silver. Her eyes trailed down to her body and she fretfully smoothed the fabric of her dress, smiling a bit at the silken touch. She was fond of this outfit, it was true, but that wasn't why she wore it now. Through all the compliments she had received for the dress, there was only one that made her beautiful every time she put it on.

"Good choice, Isabella, that dress looks great on you! The blue really brings out your eyes; I never noticed how pretty they looked before!" Phineas had smiled as he flattered her, and for one wonderful moment Isabella had dared to hope that maybe there was a spark starting to ignite in his eyes.

To her disappointment though, he did not grab her by the waist and proclaim his hidden love for her, or blush and stammer because she was simply that gorgeous, but instead simply turned and grinned at Ferb as he came out in his tuxedo, swinging an arm around his neck as he laughed joyfully, "Lookin' good bro! To think, Candace was worried we'd make a mess at her wedding! Have you ever seen a better looking group of people?"

That had been barely two years ago, and while Isabella had hoped that the romantic atmosphere of Candace and Jeremy uniting their lives together would have opened Phineas's eyes to the possibility of a love between them, it had not turned out that way. In fact, it had taken a turn for the worst, for that was where Phineas had met Jacqueline, a pretty little European girl Jeremy had befriended on his short visit to Paris many summers ago, who had recently moved into the Danville area. She had spoken to the group about her younger sister Adele, and when she expressed her concern about finding a group of friends for her that would provide a good influence, Phineas had cheerfully volunteered that the girl come join his small assembly of comrades.

Jacqueline had been a lovely sight, what with her soft locks of auburn hair and speckled green eyes, and Isabella had silently hoped that the mysterious Adele wouldn't be quite so attractive, for no specific reason, of course. Yet the day arrived where they finally met the young woman, and Isabella had felt her confidence drop as if someone had attached 10 pound weights to it. The girl was not lovely; she was exquisite. She shared the same green eyes and auburn hair as her older sister, but while Jacqueline had opted for short bob that fell to her shoulder, Adele wore her hair long and loose down her back, with perfect curls that occurred naturally and caught highlights of sunshine. Her body was petite and well portioned, curving and flattening in all the right places, and she had a smile that expertly balanced an endearing amount of coyness with a warm, kind aura.

Phineas had treated her no differently than he did any other stranger, and welcomed her into their troop with opened arms. At first Isabella had been optimistic and tried to form a friendship with the girl, but Adele had been painfully shy and equally as awkward, only blossoming when Phineas provided her gentle encouragement. It wasn't much of a surprise; Phineas was able to bring anyone out of their shell, if only temporarily.

Adele's social dependence on him, however, ending up bringing the two closer together, and while the girl had been shy in every other aspect, it turned out that she was quite the passionate romantic. Isabella had never felt so much hatred mixed with an odd amount of admiration and envy when Adele did the very thing Isabella had always been too cautious to do; confess to the brilliant boy with the fiery red hair and infectious grin that she wanted him, all to herself.

Isabella had cried in her rooms for hours on end and tried to listen to Ferb's gentle support, and though she had considered bursting in with her own confessions of love, one look at Phineas's face always stopped her in her tracks. He was happy-no, giddy, all of the time. His eyes lit in a way they never had before, and when he turned his gaze to Isabella, waiting expectantly for her to share in his joy, she never denied him a smile. Much to Ferb's disapproving frown, Isabella had stepped aside, head-bowed, and said nothing to her childhood friend, for if he was happy, she reasoned, that would be enough to keep her satisfied.

It wasn't, not at all. Every night she hugged herself as she fell asleep, trying not to think of what Phineas and his girlfriend were doing, if they were laughing together, holding each other, kissing, or…Isabella never let herself think deeper than that, least she make herself sick.

Perhaps it would have been easier to simply move on if things had remained well between Phineas and his new girl, but once the initial high had worn off, problems had begun to arise, and Phineas was seen more often then not running a hand through his messy hair as he stressed on yet another issue involving none other than Adele. The girl was kind enough, and certainly seemed to care for him, but she was demanding, in numerous areas. The group was slowly revealed to the severe amount of perfectionism Adele tried to enforce in her life, and though they had tenderly tried to convince Phineas that such behavior wouldn't be healthy for him, he had insisted that Adele had justified reasons for acting the way she did. He indulged her in every way imaginable and always apologized profusely when things did not go as she had hoped, even when it was something out of his control.

Isabella would always remember the look on Phineas's face the night of their high school prom, wide eyed and guilty, as he maneuvered through the crowd of dancing teenagers in search of his date, who had run off in tears because someone had accidently stepped on the train of her dress and ripped it slightly. While Isabella had danced the night away, enjoying a decent amount of platonic fun with her own date, Phineas had spent the entire evening comforting Adele and trying to make her pleased. It didn't seem right for Phineas to have anything less than a smile on his face, yet it seemed over time his grins flashed less and his worried grimace grew more frequent.

Still, despite it all, the pair had gotten engaged shortly after graduation, whether by Phineas's initiation or Adele's insistence, no one knew. That had been the final blow for Isabella, her heart shattering as if it were a delicate glass heirloom and someone had taken it and thrown it against the wall. Gretchen had been her hero that night; immediately, before Isabella even had the chance to tear up, the former fireside girl follower had offered to go get champagne to congratulate the newly engaged couple, discreetly using Isabella's car as an excuse to drag her along. They had sat in the parking lot for what seemed like an eternity, Gretchen's thin arms wrapped gingerly around Isabella's huddled form as she sobbed her broken heart out.

After that, Isabella didn't see much of Phineas. Of course, no one did really, mainly due to how busy he had become preparing his wedding and finding new living arrangements for him and his fiancé, yet there were more reasons that simply that. Perhaps Adele had always suspected that Isabella had feelings for Phineas, but she had never seemed to pay it much mind until the night of her engagement, where she saw the look of desolation in Isabella's big, blue eyes. Since then, Adele seemed to make it a general rule that Isabella and Phineas were not to be alone together, or, preferably, not even in the same vicinity. It didn't really matter though; Isabella did her best to avoid Phineas at that point regardless of how Adele felt. Her emotions were too erratic, too powerful, there was no telling if she'd be able to hold herself back if she looked into his deep blue eyes for too long. What exactly it was that she would do, she didn't know. Cry, perhaps, or kiss him, or maybe even both. It didn't matter what it was that she did, in the end, it would only come back to hurt her.

Nevertheless, here she was, on the day of her best friends wedding, dressed in her finest and slowly gathering her belongings in her purse. Isabella shook her head all the while, muttering to herself that she was being stupid. She hadn't even been invited to the event, technically. That was likely Adele's doing, as Phineas had left her a voicemail only a few days before hand, asking her to call him to let him know if she would like the chicken or beef for dinner. She had never called him back. She didn't intend to go to his wedding, not at first, but then the day actually came and as much as she hated to admit it, Isabella missed him. She wanted to see his face, if only for a moment, even if it was going to kill her to see him dressed in his grooms' tuxedo, she would rather die on the inside then continue going crazy without his bright smile beaming down at her.

Isabella took one last look in the mirror before leaving the house, her heart sunken and uncertain of what she was about to do. She clutched the directions Phineas had e-mailed to her and she wondered, mildly, if it really mattered to him whether she was there or not. She wasn't sure if either answer would make her happy at this point.

She arrived at a large church, beautiful with high panels of stained glass and a large brass bell held in a tall tower atop the building, and thought bitterly to herself what a lovely wedding this was ought to be. It would be perfect, she knew, with rose petals and pretty little flower girls and elegant decorations all placed in the exactly right place. Isabella watched as an older couple entered the building before her, and took note of the man standing post at the front door, checking their names on a clip board before ushering them into the church. Of course Adele would make sure no one came uninvited to her wedding-that would have been less than perfect.

Isabella looked around, certain that her name was likely not on the list, and noticed a back entrance that seemed unguarded. She would just go to see him, that's all. Just a quick look, and then she'd leave before Adele or even Phineas knew she was there.

Nodding to herself as if trying to convince her own conscious that everything would be fine, she took a lungful of air before murmuring under her breathe, "Ok, here it goes."

She opened the large door as quietly as she could, poking her head in and glancing around to make sure no one was there to catch her. Upon seeing the coast was clear, Isabella quickly darted into the building, closing the door softly behind her. Her eyes trailed along the room, there were multiple hall ways, but the question was, which one would lead her to Phineas?

She began to wander aimlessly until a sudden cough startled her, causing her to whirl around in panic, "Oh! I'm sorry, I was just…"

Ferb smiled as he watched Isabella stare at him like a deer caught in the head lights. Her shoulders relaxed when she saw it was him and she gave a bashful grin, thoroughly embarrassed.

"Oh, hi Ferb."

The young man with a mane of green hair pointed to the hall on his left, gesturing for Isabella to follow him. He led her to one of the back rooms of the church, pieces of tuxedo garments and plastic wrappings strewed across the few pieces of furniture, and made a motion for her to sit as he went to the mirror to finish adjusting his tie.

Isabella moved a jacket that had been tossed on a chair and sat, relieved that it had been Ferb who found her and not anyone who knew she had no place there. She observed her friend quietly as he messed with his tie, finally finding her voice in an attempt to break the stale silence between them, "So…why aren't you with Phineas?"

"I could ask the same." Ferb glanced coolly at Isabella's expression in the reflection of the mirror, seemingly surprised by his soft murmuring. He lifted an eyebrow at her, as if telling her, 'come on, you knew I would bring that up.'

"Um…uh…" Isabella stammered nervously, fidgeting with the fabric of her dress, "Well, I was looking for him, but I can only stay for a few minutes, I have…cookies to bake. For my Grandma. I just wanted to say hi to him before he…"

She heard a critical click of Ferb's tongue as he shook his head at her, his eyes, mellow as always, staring her down as if he could see through her as easily as a piece of glass. Isabella tried to stand her ground, but she felt her defenses breaking, weakening under the steady gaze of Ferb's watch until she felt her bottom lip start to quake and the tears begin to prick the edges of her eyes. Try as she might to wipe the droplets away, Isabella found that as soon as she cleared herself of one, another soon followed, until they began to trail down her pale cheek. Ferb made his way over to him and silently offered her his handkerchief, as he had done so many times before.

Isabella tried to smile her thanks, but it broke as quickly as it began, and she firmly pressed the cloth tissue to her drenching cheeks, "Ferb, I just can't believe it. He's getting married. That was supposed to be me, even Candace's future kids said so, remember? They said I looked like Aunt Isabella, I just knew then that I was going to marry Phineas, and then he started going out with Adele and I thought that if he was happy I could be happy, but I always thought, in the back of my head, that one day we would still end up together, but now he's going to be gone forever and I don't know…"

She felt Ferb rest his hand on her shoulder, trying to steady her. Had she been shaking? It didn't feel like she had been, but then again, Isabella felt very little of anything besides her own private turmoil at the moment. She leaned into his shoulder and Ferb tightened his grip on her, trying to comfort his friend in the few ways he knew how, allowing her to quietly sob on his shoulder for a few moments before positioning her up-right and staring her down once more.

Isabella had been a good friend to both Phineas and Ferb through-out their entire childhood, and she still hadn't failed them when they entered their teen years, even when everyone else in the group slowly started drifting apart. She was a loyal friend, a natural leader, good hearted and courageous to boot. Ferb loved his brother and wanted the best for him, and he knew, had known for many years, that Isabella was best for him. Perhaps Adele would make Phineas content, but Ferb doubted that she would make him as blissful as the young woman sitting next to him would. Isabella simply made sense with Phineas, that's all there was to it.

Isabella stared back at him, waiting patiently at first to see if he wanted to speak, then sighed when she saw he did not, dropping her gaze to the ground as she spoke with a frail and defeated voice, "I just wish I had at least told him, you know? Maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much, maybe I could just move on…"

Ferb seemed distracted right then, his face scrunched up in thought. He glanced to his watch and back at her, then stood up, casually straightening out his tuxedo as he allowed quiet, soft words to escape his lips, "You know…" He blinked at Isabella, who looked up at him with her tear stained face, "There is a reason they have the "speak now" portion of wedding ceremonies."

She gave him an incredulous look and he shrugged, waving goodbye to her as he made his way out of the room, supposedly to join Phineas's side at the alter. Isabella watched him go and bit her lip in thought, pondering on his words as she stepped over to a mirror and cleaned off the smudges left on her face from crying. She met the stare of her mirror image and began to drift away into a day dream, picturing herself bursting through church doors just as the priest announced for anyone to object.

"Stop!" She'd shout, strong and confident. Phineas's jaw would drop at the sight of her and his eyes would trail over her figure, taken in by how the dress clung to her curves and how the long slit of her dress exposed her long and slender legs.

"Phineas, you can't marry her!" Isabella pictured herself standing with her shoulders back, staring Phineas down until he ran towards her, a large grin plastered across his face as he dropped to a knee in front of her.

"You're right; of course I can't marry her! I love YOU!" He'd grab her hand in his and look up at her with pleading eyes, adoring her more than words could pronounce, "Isabella, you're so beautiful and wonderful, I can't believe it took me so long to realize it! Adele doesn't even compare to you! Can we be together forever? Please? Oh, let's get married, Isabella!"

"Well…ok!" Isabella would giggle as he picked her up in his arms, everyone in the room cheering and throwing grains of rice over their heads. They'd both start to laugh as he carried her out of the church, into his car where they'd drive off into the sunset and live happily together, forever…

"NO! That's NOT how it's supposed to be!" Isabella was startled from her lovely dream as she heard what sounded like a woman shouting down the hall. Curiosity getting the best of her, she peeked her head out the door way, just in time to see Adele farther down the hall way, lifting her pastry-shaped gown so as to stomp away from a young bridesmaid who fluttered around her timidly.

"Adele, it's ok, we can fix it!"

"Fix it? FIX IT?" Adele turned sharply on the other girl, her pretty face crumpled up in frustration, "I had an IMAGE, Cecile! My mother would come in and congratulate me on getting married, and we'd tear up and cry and hug, and then she'd give me Grandmother's pendant to wear with my gown! HOW can we do that if she didn't bring the pendant?"

Cecile held up her hands in defense against the brides' wrath, speaking in a sweet voice to try and calm her friend, "Adele, you didn't tell her to bring the pendant! She didn't know you wanted it. One of us can run and grab it right now for you so that you can wear it; your moms' house isn't that far away, we'll be back before you're ready to walk down the aisle."

"It's not the SAME!" Adele was near tears now, clutching herself desperately, "It doesn't mean anything if you guys just thrust it to me at the last minute! It was supposed to be a special moment! She should have known that, she should have thought of that!"

"Adele!" A woman who appeared to be the brides mother strutted down the hall, waving her daughter down frantically, "Mon cher! Let mama get the pendant for you, s'il vous plaît! It's your wedding day, mon amour, be happy!"

"Go away!" With tears in her eyes, Adele fled down the hall into one of the ending rooms, the bridesmaid and mother following frantically behind her. Isabella stared wordlessly after them, torn between sympathy and exasperation towards the young bride. Even with Phineas in her life, Adele could never see the brighter side of things.

'Doesn't she realize she has everything? That she has Phineas?' Isabella shook her head softly and began to glance around the hall. She noticed a musician rush through a nearby door, instrument in hand, and followed him, not wanting to be in the area should Adele return down her way. The doorway led to a side entrance of the ceremony room, near the back where everyone was seated. A large, luxurious curtain blocked her view of the audience, which was fine by her. If Isabella couldn't see them that meant that they, in turn, couldn't see her. She strolled behind the curtains, glancing around at the extra chairs and decorations it hid, until she came to a slight gap in between the draped cloths. Peeking through it, she could see everyone starting to take their seats in the pews, light chatter filling the room. She observed the Flynn-Fletchers chatting with who she assumed to be Adele's family, and couldn't help but notice how mismatched they seemed. While Phineas's family was a beacon of brightness, from their loud, happy voices, to their vibrantly colored hair, even down to their formal clothing, Adele's relatives were proper in the stiffest sense of the term, dressed head to toe in pastel colors and smug expressions that suggested they felt that they were the superior family.

'Phineas…is this really how you thought your wedding would be?' Isabella thought sadly to herself as she let her eyes scan the room. She'd been right about the decorations, of course; the room seemed like a picture straight out of a fairy tale, graceful and appropriate and…boring. The entire thing screamed Adele, but it didn't even give off a hint of Phineas's personality; there was nothing exhilarating or eccentric or spectacular about the layout of this event, not one bit.

When Isabella's gaze finally trailed to Phineas, standing casually at the alter as he spoke to Ferb, her suspicions were confirmed. Though he wore his signature smile, Phineas's entire body language seemed off. His shoulders were stiff and nervous, a common look for any husband-to-be, but it was his eyes that drew her in, placid and tentative as he attempted to force out a laugh with his stepbrother.

'Your eyes should be shining right now. This is your day, Phineas.' Isabella felt her heart wrench out of her chest. She'd thought one look at him would be enough, but to see him like this, his expression dull in comparison to its usual energetic intensity, nothing felt right. She had come to see her brightly lit friend again, to bask in the warm radiance of his grin, but watching him had only left her feeling vacant and tattered.

The clergy began to take their places and the friendly chatter of the room hushed down to a silence as the musicians took their instruments in hand. Phineas composed himself, standing straight as opposed to his usual slouch, and held his hands properly folded in front of him, Ferb standing devotedly behind his best friend. Music began to play softly as the priest readied everything he needed, giving quiet blessings along the way, until he took his spot behind the alter and made the gesture to continue. The tune then shifted to a sound that was melodious and charming, cueing the bridesmaid to enter the ceremony room with their groomsmen walking beside them.

Isabella made sure to keep herself hidden behind the curtains as she watched Django lead the wedding party with a friend of Adele's on his arm, followed by Buford, who had cleaned up quite well for the occasion, with his partner in tow. Two other men who Isabella recognized as former high school friends of Phineas's walked in their respective pairs before Baljeet came into view, visibly nervous as his pretty brunette partner leaned into him. The main wedding party ended with a walk between one of Phineas's work associates and the little blond Isabella had seen Adele shouting at earlier, prompting Jacquelyn to begin her walk down the aisle alone, signifying her status as maid of honor.

'There's so many people…' Isabella thought to herself as she stared at the long, neatly filed row of friends that had lined up beside the alter. She smiled despite herself at the ring bear as he clumsily trotted down the walkway, his eyes glaring in determination at the rings placed on the pillow as if he were balancing a tray of china in a high beam circus act. Phineas gave him an encouraging smile as he approached the group and the little boy showed off a gaped tooth grin in return before awkwardly taking his place amongst the wedding party. The music began to slow as the flower girl approached, an adorably cheerful smile on her plump cheeks as she sprinkled rose petals on the pathway with every step she took, glancing anxiously over to her parents for approval. When she had made her final step towards the alter, the tune dwindled to an end, only to have the church's organ pick up where the musicians had left off with a song that sounded like a death march to Isabella's ears.

It was incredible that Adele could look so serene when only a few moments ago she had been falling apart in a tantrum. The young bride floated down the aisle with her father, carrying with her a grace that could have matched any well-trained pageant queen, young page boys carrying her long train behind her as soft murmurs of adoration followed her with every soft step. Isabella glanced anxiously to Phineas to gauge his reaction, but his expression had remained much the same as it had been before, albeit perhaps a bit softer. He extended his hand to his bride as she neared him, and Adele's father tenderly placed his daughters hand in Phineas's, symbolically giving his child away to be in the young mans care. They smiled at each other and turned towards the priest, the music fading as the last note was played. There was a moment of silence as everyone focused their attention on the man who would bind the couple before them together for all eternity.

The priest lifted his hands, his voice clear and booming in the large church, "Dearly beloved; We have come together in the presence of God to witness and bless the joining together of this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony."

Isabella clutched the fabric of the curtains in her hands, her stomach turning as she listened to the priest begin the ceremony. Her mind was fogged with memories of her childhood, her teenage years, all circling around Phineas. He'd been beside her for so long, she didn't remember a life without his constant presence.

'How am I gonna seize the day without you, Phineas? How am I gonna live?'

"…The union of husband and wife in heart, body, and mind is intended by God for their mutual joy; for the help and comfort given one another in prosperity and adversity; and, when it is God's will, for the procreation of children and their nurture in the knowledge and love of the Lord." The priest wore a serious expression as he studied the faces of the man and women before him, as if testing them to prove their love to him. His voice rang out with firm discipline as he bore his gaze down upon them, "Therefore marriage is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, deliberately, and in accordance with the purposes for which it was instituted by God."

'Don't do this Phinny, please, don't do this…' Isabella could feel a large lump form in her throat as she struggled to hold back her pain. This was too much, it was twisted for her to have even watched this far. She was about to let go of the curtains and run, far away, until she couldn't run anymore, when she noticed Ferb's gaze turn to her. She stiffened; he couldn't know she was standing there, there was no possible way.

Yet his eyes were locked with hers, staring her down with a bemused expression. He cocked an eyebrow at her, then, just as quickly as he has turned his attention onto her, he jerked it away, focusing instead on the union of his brother to the entirely wrong girl.

'The wrong girl…she's the wrong girl, Phineas!' Something began to ignite in Isabella just then, an old determination she thought had been smothered long ago. Her fingers didn't drop the curtains as she had yearned to do only seconds ago, but instead dug into them, her stature strengthening with resolve.

"Into this holy union Phineas Flynn-Fletcher and Adele Prevot now come to be joined. If any of you can show just cause why they may not lawfully be married, speak now; or else forever hold your peace." The priest paused, everyone turning to look amongst the crowd for any sign of objection. Isabella was sure her heart was about to burst as it flipped and warped within her chest.

'Here's my last chance.' The raven haired beauty closed her eyes, taking in a calming breathe. Everyone had already begun to turn their attention back to the priest when she stepped out from behind the curtain onto the rose covered aisle, the taping of her heels echoing off the high walls of the silent room. Her hands shook terribly; she tried to steady them to no avail, and it wasn't long before her legs trembled as well. Few things had ever scared Isabella in her life time, but now, about to do the unthinkable, she was terrified beyond her wildest dreams.

"Um…" She cleared her throat, drawing back the attention of the audience who graced her with horrified looks, but her stare was only for Phineas, watching as the light in his eyes seemed to flicker at the sight of her.

"Hey Isabella!" There it was, the trademark grin Isabella had been so desperate to see, and he was shining it just for her. The excitement, however, quickly gave way to confusion, his smile still in place as he watched her with baffled emotions, "…what're you…?"

"Erm…I…" It felt as though someone had their hands wrapped around her throat, choking her as she tried to speak. Isabella glanced around the room and saw the anger and puzzlement that was all directed at her. She gulped and took a step forward as she spoke, praying for her voice to stay steady and strong, for her knees not to give out on her, for her not to black out on the spot.

"I…I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion, I know that, and I'm sorry, but…" Isabella drew in a breath, trying not to think about how Phineas's smile had faded from his lips. She lifted her chin defiantly, her blue eyes blazing with purpose, "You are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl, Phineas Flynn!"

There was a collective gasp in the room, a heated murmur starting to arise among the crowd. Adele's face turned a bright, ripe red, drop jawed and thoroughly mortified, the bridesmaids surrounding her looking as equally offended. Phineas did not lift his lips to smile at Isabella once more, nor did he race over to her and fall to his knees in a declaration of love.

He simply looked at her, dazed and somewhat wounded, his lips barely moving as he stammered out, "…what?"

Everything seemed to happen so fast after that. With barely any time to blink, Isabella felt two pairs of strong hands grab hold of her arms, roughly jerking her away as they began to drag her from the aisle. The priest began to yell for the men to release her, but he was drowned out by the raising voice of Adele's family, coupled with growing shouts from the Flynn's side of the church. Candace jumped from her seat and tried to make her way over Isabella, only to be stopped by Adele's mother, who began to have a frenzied argument with her on whether or not it was necessary to have the girl removed.

Isabella struggled in the men's grasp, not nearly strong enough to fend both of them off at once. She managed to temporarily free one arm and reached out towards Phineas, who appeared to have entered a state of shock.

Her voice cried out louder than anyone else as she pleaded with him, her eyes begging for him to listen, "Phineas, don't say yes! Just run away now, I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door! Please, don't say a single vow yet! You need to hear me out, Phineas!"

The sound of Isabella's distressed voice seemed to bring Phineas back into reality as he blinked wildly, trying to grasp the situation that had unfurled in front of him. His mother had slapped away 's hand after she had jabbed Candace in the chest, and now the two were sharing cross words while his father and Jeremy tried desperately to keep people in their seats before things got out of hand. He didn't dare turn to see how Adele was handling the situation; he already knew it wouldn't be good.

When everything had fully registered, he could feel himself almost fall into a panic, stretching his long arm out towards his old childhood friend as the ushers carried her out the door, stumbling after her as he called to them, "H-hey! Wait, let her go! Isabella!"

"Phineas!" He heard the horrified shriek of his bride and turned to look at her, her green eyes large with disbelief, "What are you doing?"

"Adele-" Phineas gaped at her with conflicted eyes, visibly torn as he glanced between her and the door. He waved his hands in desperation towards her, praying to make her understand as he implored her, "Adele, please, I don't know what's gotten into Isabella, just let me go talk to her real quick-"

"NO!" With the look she gave him right then, he might as well have just suggested that he go murder a small kitten.

"Adele-"

"No, Phineas!" Adele's face flushed, ready to break down bawling as she stared at the man who was supposed to become her husband. Her voice was nearly hysterical as she made a grab for his arm, trying to pull him back towards her, "No, no, no! What are you-why would you-she just ruined everything!"

"She's my friend!" Phineas, the man who had rarely ever raised his voice since he was a child, shouted as he attempted to make his bride understand the situation, "Let me talk to her, Adele! I can fix this!"

"No you can't, you can't fix this, Phineas!" The frantic bride screeched as she jerked Phineas towards her, her chest heaving as she attempted not to hyperventilate, "Just let her go!"

"Yes I can! If you would just-"

"Fine!" Adele released his arm, hugging herself protectively as she glared at him, her voice breaking in a mixture of tears and fury more intense than he'd ever thought she was capable of, "If you care so much, go, but don't bother coming back! Phineas, you promised me! You promised!"

Phineas had never been slapped across the face before, but he imagined that the sting was fairly similar to what he felt the moment the words left Adele's mouth. He looked at the door once more, and then to the woman he intended to make his wife.

In an extraordinary turn of events, Phineas Flynn-Fletcher had absolutely no idea what to do as his world crashed down around him. Even worse, he realized, Adele had been right.

Whatever was about to happen, it was not something he was going to be able to fix

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This was originally meant to be a one shot, but there's so much I ended up wanting to include in this that I'll be splitting it up into a short chapter story.

Obvious inspiration is obvious =P

Next chapter should be posted within the week.