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"Why didn't you tell me?" Sonny dropped the Persons magazine that was released two years ago in Chad's lap.
Chad looked at the broken memory, and tossed it onto the table, his expression softening. "Sonny," he bent down on one knee. "Will you—marry me?" he took out a box with a big diamond, and initials engraved in the back: C.D.C&AM 4ever
"Chad…" Sonny whispered.
"I've been admiring you for two long years. And that magazine, that stupid, Marissa Kingwater—I'm over her now. Long over," he smiled at her. "So, will you marry me? I mean, I didn't spend extra time on my hair for nothing."
"Chad…" Sonny continued. "We're eighteen… I—I'm not even in college yet…"
"Sonny," Chad suddenly said, dead serious. "Follow your heart, not that damn voice in our head that keeps comin' 'round, telling us to do things we know we don't want."
"Chad Dylan Cooper," Sonny said. "I don't know what to say—and I have no idea what my mother would—but I say yes." And she slipped on the ring.
"Awwww…" Tawni said. "You know, that's real sweet of him. I bet you've been waiting two long years for him to tell you he loved you." She flipped her hair, and hid her hurt expression.
"I know!!!" Sonny exclaimed. "And we're getting married!!! Ohmigod, Tawni," she looked at her in the eye. "I want you to be my Maid of Honor?"
"Ohmigosh, me? You're Maid Of Honor?" Tawni was sort of excited now. After all, she looked fab in every color—well, except for olive green.
"I want the dresses to be green!" Sonny exclaimed.
"Uh… what about baby blue?" Tawni suggested, wincing at the idea of a pukey-olive green being worn by someone as ultra-fabulous as her.
"Maybe," Sonny said, shrugging off the idea. "But Ohmigod!!! I cannot wait!"
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For the first time in a long time, I rode an airplane. Of course, I was nearly mobbed by the paparazzi as I got into my private jet, but it's a price you have to pay to be famous.
I was coming home. But of course, I'd have to call Tawni and let her know. God, I really hope Portlyn doesn't come to the wedding. She'd ruin it.
If only Chad was with me as my stomach twisted and turned on the damn airplane… finally, it was over.
I clicked on my mobile, and hit number 2, the speed dial number I had assigned for Tawni.
"Hello?" Tawni yawned into the phone. "Who's this?"
I grinned, and said, "Hey Tawni-tots."
I could hear Tawni gasp in the back round. "Where are you?" she demanded to know. "Where are you? Does Chad know…?"
"No," I said, smiling, devilishly. "No one knows but you…"
"Where are you?" Tawni repeated, slowly, as if not believing it was happening.
"Los Angeles. Just landed," I said, smugly. "Got tired of the mid-west. Too much… snow. But of course, you, being a potato girl from Idaho, would understand that."
"A lot has changed," Tawni growled. "Since you've been gone for two years, lots has changed. But of course, you would understand change—isn't that right, Marissa Catherine Kingwater?"
"Oh, someone's gotten snarky," I smirked. "But let me tell you, Tawni-tots." I paused for effect, then said, "You've got a lot to learn."
"But why are you coming back, why now? Don't you just love your new Playboy deal? Selling your body off to old men who read magazines in hope of reliving their lives?" Tawni hissed.
"Old men? Puh-leeze, only ones my age read them," I said.
"Again: why. Are. You. Coming. To. L.A.?" Tawni repeated, gritting her teeth.
"Because," I said, as I stepped into the taxi. "I've got a wedding to go to."
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