"Hey there," said Chuck in greeting as he let himself in the apartment. "How's my bride-to-be doing?"

Angelica looked up from her workspace at the small kitchen table. "I'm ok," she said. "Just stressed."

He frowned as he set his keys down on top of the microwave. "What's wrong?"

"Just work…and wedding stuff…ok, mostly wedding stuff."

"Ang, the wedding's not for over a year. And you've already decided on the date, the dress and the venue. Those are the most important things."

She smiled. "You read the wedding books!"

"Of course I did. Don't I always do what you want?"

"Most of the time. 99% . I guess that's good enough…"

He kissed her head. She sighed. "It's just kind of hard because Susie's never here! She's gallivanting off in L.A. and New York and God knows where else. I need her! I still haven't decided on the flowers, or music or—"

"Well, Susie's got to concentrate on getting her career started right now, ya know? You should probably give her a break." He plopped down on the sofa. "I mean, I know she's a born multitasker, but you know how it is when she stretches herself too thin. She gets like Jessie Spano on caffeine pills."

She looked up from the oversized wedding planner Susie had put together for her. "Shut up."

"I'm so excited! I'm so excited! I'm so SCARED!"

She rolled her eyes but a grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as she glanced back down at the bulging binder.

"You've got plenty of time." he reassured her.

She looked up at him again. "Oh, you know I didn't even think to ask you, did you want to help? I mean, it is your wedding, too."

He grinned, flipping through channels. "Would you even let me? I know how worried you are that it'll be a low class affair if I have any creative control."

"Nooo…well…maybe a little. But I would like your input." she said, seemingly more to convince herself than him. "So, um…do you think Lilies or Roses?"

"Roses."

She made a face. "See!" he said. "I'll just keep my nose out of this. I'll just show up and say 'I do'. Oh and some other stuff."

"Like what?" she asked disinterestedly.

"Well, I thought we'd write our own vows."

Her head snapped back up. "Uh, I don't know about that. You know I'm not good with that emotional crap."

"Well, I'm writing mine. There's my input! You don't have to do your own…but it'll look pretty stupid if you don't, because I'm not backing down."

She grumbled. "More pressure."

"Over a year away." he reminded her.

"You know what else you could do?"

"Hmm?"

"Help me choose a honeymoon destination. What would you like to do? I know we said something low key and not too expensive, but I'm stumped."

"We could go to the mountains or something. Camping?"

"Charles, be serious."

"Um…the beach somewhere?"

"The wedding's on the beach. Some creativity, please?"

He pulled his lanky form off the sofa. "I don't know." He sighed, making his way to the kitchen.

Angelica gave him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. Are you OK, Sweetie?"

"Just worried about stuff…I'm not any closer to finding a job."

"You haven't even graduated yet. You'll find something soon enough."

"I tried to tell you the same thing a year ago and you wouldn't listen."

"And look how good things turned out for me."

"Good point," he replied, peering into the refrigerator. His stomach grumbled impatiently. "What do you want to do for dinner?"

"Hmm…"

He rummaged around, peering in a plastic container at some sketchy looking leftovers. "We should order delivery." He shut the refrigerator door and glanced at it. Something among the brightly colored plastic magnets, to-be-paid bills and coupons caught his eyes. Among a few other photographs, one stood out. "Hey, I think I just figured out what we could do for the honeymoon."

"What?"

He pulled the photo from beneath its magnet and placed it on the table in front of her. His parents smiled brightly back at them, the Eiffel Tower a graceful silhouette in the background.

"Paris?" As in France? As in Europe? You can not be serious."

"Yeah…I am...I mean…look at them, they look so happy. Wouldn't it be romantic? We could see where they fell in love. And re-visit all the places we went."

"I barely remember that. And there's no way you do."

"Actually, I think I do…"

She eyed him incredulously. "In any case," he continued, "It'll be nice to go again. Romantic. Beautiful. Paris, Ang! The food, the scenery, the…shopping."

She grinned as if that convinced her. "What happened to low key?"

"We've got money saved up…Our parents will help…Think about it, Paris. What do you say?"

She opened up her laptop and started tapping keys busily. "I say let's book our flight now."