In any given situation, Summer wonders what Princess Sparkles would do.
This is Summer's mantra, repeated relentlessly ever since her father bestowed the glittering pink horse to her on her fifth birthday.
And what a mantra it has been – it guided her through some of the most taxing moments of her life, albeit mainly to do with fashion and parties, but it still hasn't let her down.
When she was a terrified nine year old, forced to read an unprepared poem in front of her hostile and judgemental peer group, she made like her equestrian counter part and galloped to the front of the class room, head held high and behaved with grace and charisma.
When she began to have feelings for a certain dorky boy, she followed her animal instincts and went with her heart, as sickeningly cheesy she feels it is to admit it, and made them both dazzlingly happy.
Whenever she was dumped or left a hell of a lot lonelier than she deserved to be, she felt like a wounded animal but behaved as though it was all okay because, like any animal, she still needed to defend herself and her territory.
Time and time again her favourite toy has been a guiding force in her life. Now, on her wedding day she stands in front of the mirror, at a loss for how she will convince this … man ... that she truly deserves him and that he should know it, too.
As a result she (more cantering, this time, rather than galloping, because that certainly wouldn't be a wedding to remember happily) makes her way to the altar, ensuring that she retains all the luminescence and fire of the small, plastic shining horse that has helped her so frequently. She tosses her mane, but lacks the elegance of an animal and somehow a stupid face falls out, but she thinks it is kind of endearing. Apparently Seth does, too, as he will admit to her that night.
And besides, Summer thinks that some of Princess Sparkles should twinkle through on that oh-so-special day.
Because after all, Captain Oates will finally be getting some that night, too.