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Naomi leaned back in the place on the sofa she had inhabited for the last three hours and sighed loudly, turning her gaze to her girlfriend sat next to her as she did so. "Ems, why are we paying a wedding planner? We still have to decide all this stuff ourselves."

"Uh, you're not paying me. I'm doing this out of the kindness of my heart, remember?" Katie stared daggers at her soon-to-be sister-in-law.

Emily smiled indulgently at Naomi and held her hand. "Play nice, babe. We're nearly done."

"No, we are not. There's still catering for a start. And venue." Katie interrupted again.

Emily now sighed as well. "Alright Katie, what have you got for venue?"

Suddenly, Katie's face lit up. "I think you're going to like it. It's got a great location, it's well within your budget, available on the date you want, and it's part of the history of you two as a couple." Katie produced a brochure from her bag and slapped it on the coffee table.

Emily and Naomi both brought their gaze to bear on what Katie was suggesting; neither of them sure what to make of it, let alone of what to say. Katie, meanwhile, tried to gauge their reactions, her grin slowly starting to fade as they did not immediately proclaim what a wonderful idea it was that she'd had. Before the silence could be broken, Effy wandered up behind the sofa, and put an arm each around Emily and Naomi, before reading out loud from the brochure. "'Roundview College: now taking wedding bookings'. This is too funny."

"Would it be weird?" Naomi asked.

Effy shrugged as she removed her arms and sat in one of the chairs facing the table, opposite Katie. "Kinda cute, kinda weird."

Emily snapped out of her silence and offered Naomi a wide grin. "Let's go for it. Why not? It'll be a nice nostalgia trip."

Naomi nodded. "Yeah, why not? Well done future sister." Katie was about to accept her thanks when Naomi noticed Effy rolling yet another spliff on the table. "Careful, Eff. You need to leave me some!"

Emily rested her hand on Naomi's shoulders and stage-whispered to Effy, "she needs it to calm her nerves before she goes on-stage. Last week," Emily paused for effect, "she threw up she was so scared."

"Em! You said you'd keep that secret!"

Effy gave Naomi the same look she might have used to convey sympathy to a child with a cold. "I'll leave you some medicine, funny girl."

"Well, anyway that's the venue done. Can we continue this tomorrow morning, Katie?"

"Naomi, I'd rather-"

"Great," Naomi interrupted, "Ems, we have to get going soon if you're driving me, I'm going to go and get ready. Effy, Katie, doors open at eight." Naomi leapt from the sofa and dashed off to her room, followed by Emily. Katie sighed and began to pack away her notes and brochures as Anthea emerged from Effy's room after a nap, bumping into Naomi and Emily in the corridor. "Oh, Anthea, do you want to come to see me do stand-up? I could use from friendly faces in the audience."

Anthea shrugged. "Sure."

"Great!" Naomi carried on into her and Emily's room.

"And you'll get your wedding invitation soon. We're having it at Roundview!" Emily added before following Naomi.

Anthea nodded thoughtfully and smiled as she completed her journey to the living room and taking the sofa that had just been vacated. "You alright mum? You look like you've got something on your mind."

"Well, since you mention it, I was just wondering... Do lesbians wear dresses at their weddings?"

"That's what I asked!" Katie shouted.

Emily looked on, sitting on the bed, as Naomi inspected herself in the mirror. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a battered old t-shirt she'd bought when the two of them had gone to see a band a few years ago, shortly after they'd moved to London. Naomi smoothed down her t-shirt before her eyes moved upwards and she cast them upon her head. She placed a hand on her scalp, feeling the strands that she thought to be a feeble excuse for hair. Before she could go to fetch one of her wigs, Emily was behind her, one hand holding Naomi's own at their side, the other taking charge of Naomi's scalp and massaging it, while her chin rested on Naomi's shoulder.

"You don't need it," Emily whispered into Naomi's ear, their eyes locking via the mirror.

"But, Emily..."

"You look beautiful just the way you are. I want to see you like this, and I want everyone else to as well." Emily gazed longingly into the mirror, but Naomi sighed.

"I don't want to be cancer-girl any more, Em. This, this mess just reminds me of it all. I look in the mirror and all I see is this woman who's personified by the fact that they're ill. I don't need that."

Emily noticed something on Naomi's t-shirt and moved her hand from scalp massage duty to brush it away, then she brought both hands together in front of Naomi's waist, the hand she had been holding now between her own two. She nodded gently at Naomi's point, her chin nudging Naomi's shoulder softly as she did so. "Okay, but do you know what I see when I look at you?"

"What?" Naomi allowed herself to smile.

Emily spoke with a delicate tone. "I see the girl that never gave up. I see the girl that kept going for me, when we thought there was no hope left. I see the girl I love and who loves me, the girl that I'm marrying. I see the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Oh, Ems, thank you..." Naomi trailed off as a solitary tear rolled down her cheek. As she wiped it away she said "I'll stop wearing them soon, I promise, just let me grow it for a little longer first."

Emily smiled, satisfied with the answer. "Okay then, but just a little while. Come on, we should get moving." Emily moved away from the mirror and picked up her car keys.

"Can I drive today? I think I need the practice before my test."

Jesus, that was a lot of people for such a small space. Naomi let out a breath it felt like she'd been holding in since her first joke as she walked off-stage, her twenty minutes complete. She passed the microphone to the compare as they passed each other and heard him say, "Naomi Campbell, everybody!" That's loud. As Naomi reached the edge of the stage she couldn't resist turning her head; surely her friends alone couldn't be making that much noise. When she saw that many of the tables were giving her a standing ovation, she was delighted but shocked. She hadn't thought it had gone too badly, but she'd also felt that her nerves had got in the way of her delivery on a few occasions and worried that it was far from the best performance she'd given.

Naomi wiped the sweat from her brow and jogged into one the small venue's backstage lounge before collapsing into a vacant armchair, one of her fellow performers was sat next to her, a coffee table and a small fridge between them

"Sounds like you did pretty well." Naomi's colleague was a middle-aged man of medium height, with a large beer belly and an unruly beard. He was something of a veteran of the scene, and everybody seemed to have performed with him at one time or another. His act, Naomi had always thought, didn't contain much in the way of genuinely funny material, though of course she'd never mentioned that fact.

"I didn't think it went that well, Phil. I'm sure I fluffed a couple of the lines." Naomi reached into the fridge and removed a bottle of water, drinking gratefully. Her throat was always dry after she'd performed.

Phil shrugged and spoke in his Mancunian accent. "Don't be so harsh on yourself; it sounded like there was a riot going on from here. That material about organizing a lesbian wedding with your sister-in-law was genius."

Naomi smiled, thankful for the praise. "Thank you, that was all new. The woman herself was out there tonight though, so I'm probably in for a tongue-lashing later."

Naomi drank the rest of the bottle of water as Phil talked. "I imagine that'll give you even more material. Anyway, I'm on in five, I'll catch up with you later."

After Phil had left, Naomi began to replay her set in her head and as she did so she became more and more pleased with it. It was pretty good, wasn't it? By the time the show was finished and she left the backstage area to meet everyone out in the main room, she was grinning ear-to-ear. Emily practically jumped on her as she emerged, hugging her tightly before relinquishing her and then pulling their lips together with a level of passion that was unexpected, though certainly not unwelcome. She reciprocated, forcing their mouths together, but it was Emily who took charge, pushing her back against a wall, before Katie's cough reminded them of their surrounding and Emily pulled back. "Not bad," the older Fitch twin said.

"So, uh, how angry with me are you?" Naomi asked meekly, a worried expression on her face.

"Well, I think it was pretty fucking libelous, what you said about me. But... it was hysterical, so I can't stay too angry."

Naomi was shocked by Katie's reaction, she'd been half expecting a slap on the face. "Was it really that good?"

Emily met Naomi's eyes and cupped her head in both her hands before kissing her lightly. "It was amazing."

"Come on Ems," Naomi said bashfully, "you've heard all those jokes a hundred times. You can't still be finding them funny."

"There was just something about it when you were on-stage. Face it; you're one hell of a comic."

Naomi's grin was restored as she joined her friends at their table, and was only widened further when several people came up to her to tell her how much they had enjoyed her set, though Katie did get annoyed when Naomi started telling those people that she couldn't have done it without Katie providing her with the real-life comedy for her material. Naomi's fans would then usually burst into laughter, before saying something along the lines of: "so you're the wedding planner! Did you really say that?" Katie was usually forced to admit that she had, and began to realise Naomi's set hadn't been that libellous after all.

By the time it was Naomi's turn to get a round of drinks (she had been given drink tokens as part of her payment - cheapest round she'd ever bought in Shoreditch) the place had begun to empty out as people moved their parties elsewhere, meaning she could get to the bar without being stopped by admirers. As the barman busied himself pouring the drinks, a young-ish, tall man with short black hair sidled up to her. The dark suit he wore looked expensive, and was certainly not in step with what most people had worn to the show. He produced a credit card from his wallet. "I'd like to buy those for you."

"No, no really it's fine. I have tokens. Thank you, though." Naomi was trying to brush him off, but he was undeterred .

"Really, I insist. And I think you should call me sometime."

This caught Naomi's attention and she turned to look at him, arching an eyebrow as she did so. "Erm, I'm pretty sure I mentioned when I was performing that I'm gay. And engaged."

Again, though, he was undeterred and merely laughed. "I don't mean like that. Here," He produced a card and offered it to Naomi. "My name's Will. I run an agency."

Naomi inspected the card, and then gave the man before her a stare. She was not quite sure what to say, so he stepped in. "We should meet soon; I think I have some free time next week. Anyway, it was a pleasure to meet you, but I have to go now."

Naomi shook the hand he had offered and managed to speak. "Already?"

"Well, I was only hanging around so I could have a quick chat with you." Will shrugged and paid the barman, before turning to leave and calling over his shoulder, "see you next week, miss Campbell."

Emily left the toilets just in time to see a strange man saying goodbye to Naomi and paying for her drinks. She met Naomi at the bar to help her carry them. "He must have liked your set a lot; free drinks all round." Emily picked up a couple of glasses as she spoke, but Naomi was slow to respond, still gazing after him. "Naomi, everything alright?"

Naomi snapped out of her daze. "I think I might have an agent."