"Spill it!" Kate begged, her eyes glancing to her sisters face.
"Well.. Peter's just proposed and I've said yes!" Carla beamed, biting her lip with a lil grin.
Johnny smiled proudly at his smiling daughter, Kate's eyes widening before grinning and hugging Carla tight.
Her arms wrapping round the waist of her sister's dress as Peter laughed due to Carla's struggle to breathe and expressions.
"Okay! Can I please be the maid of honour?" Kate stepped back and looked to Carla pulling the soft, innocent eyes.
Carla groaned and looked to Peter, smile still on her face as she turned back to look at Kate
"Please Carla! It's always Michelle just once.. one time" her eyes dropped and the smile went as Carla pondered for a minute looking to her sister.
"Fine.." Carla half smiled and looked to the man she was soon to call her hubby.
"Thank you!" Kate hugged her tight and ran off upstairs, joy clearly on her face.
Johnny hugged his daughter tight and gave her a few reassuring words "I'm really proud of you.. you know that? I hope you two will be very happy together".
"Thanks dad.." she chuckled as she snuggled into Peter, warming up against his jacket.
"Oh what's this?" Michelle walked in, a coat draped over her shoulder and a suitcase with a smile on her face.
"Chelle!" Carla squealed, pulling her sister in law for a hug.
"It's good to see you.." Chelle hugged her back and stroked her hair, kissing her head and turning to Peter with a slight nod.
"So.. what's the big news?" Chelle asked looking to all of them.
"Peter and Carla are getting married.." Johnny blurted out, Carla and Peter turning to look at him with annoyance and glares as Johnny took in the mistake.
"Wait.. what and you didn't think to call me!?" Michelle yelled looking to Carla.
"It was a spur of the moment I'm sorry it all just happened so fast" Carla looked to surprised Michelle.
"Right ok.. cause I swear if you hurt her again" Michelle's voice turned harsh as she looked to Peter.
"Oh don't worry.. I've learnt that lesson" Peter nervously chuckled.
"Right now that's sorted it's only natural I get that wedding book out" Michelle beamed, happiness on her face as she walked into the backroom.
Peter pulled Carla aside to the stairs, a hushed Johnny following suit as they huddled.
"Michelle's maid of honour? What about Kate now?" Peter hushed.
"I didn't exactly offer it did I.. they both just kind of assumed" Carla answered back.
"You've got to tell her Carla.." Johnny looked to his daughter, her eyes filled with confusion over the mess she's got herself in.
"What are you guys whispering about?" Kate asked as she walked down the stairs, looking to Carla.
"Just uh.." Johnny began to stutter.
"Uh.." Peter turned to Carla.
She gave both the men a stern look before turning to Kate with a smile "we were just talking about how brilliant the weddings gonna be with you planning it"
Both Johnny and Peter agreed beaming smiles to Kate as she nodded and smiled too before taking Carla's hand.
"What?" Carla asked.
"I need your help looking through some ideas.." Kate pleaded to her sister.
"What? Now? We've only just.." but before Carla could finish her sentence Kate took her upstairs.
After a few long hours of discussing dresses and seating plans with her sister Carla laid her head on the desk and groaned, fiddling with the paper Kate had lying around from the scrapbook she was making.
"Carla!" Kate shouted, her sister mumbling as she turned to look to her.
"Concentrate.. pink or white?" Kate asked.
"I don't know.. I'm tired Kate can we just do this tomorrow" Carla moaned, looking to the clock to reveal the time: 12:25am
"No we need to get it done.." she answered, sticking in some pictures "now choose, pink or white"
"Pink.. wait, no, white" Carla replied her eyes drooping.
Suddenly the door began to open, Peter stood there in his white shirt that matched perfectly with his black jeans from earlier as Carla gave him the look as if to say take me home.
He could tell his fiancée.. it felt weird feeling used to the word fiancée again, was getting tired before chuckling and looking to Kate.
"Can I remove my missus from your.. makeover" Peter glanced over the mess on the bedroom floor.
"I guess.." Kates voice went soft, continuing with the scrapbook as Carla grabbed her stuff and left.
"What took so long?" Peter asked walking after her.
"Oh I don't know.. where's Nick gonna sit, Roy, Johnny, what dress do u like, flowers, food we haven't even got a date yet Peter and she's going mad!" Carla groaned.
Kate's heart sunk from her chest as she overheard the commotion from downstairs from Carla, walking into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
"It's just too much Peter.." Carla walked out.. beginning to walk home.
"She's just excited.. you are her sister" Peter said as he suddenly began defending Kate.
"I get that.. I just I don't know Michelle doesn't go overboard" she turned to Peter.
"Michelle is a professional.." Peter stated.
They both walked into the flat as Carla kicked off her shoes and chucked her keys on the side, Peter wrapped his arms around her and began to help her remove her clothes.
"Mm.. I just want us to get married, no fuss no problem" Carla pleaded as she picked out some pjs.
"Love can we just.. not argue tonight" he kissed her softly, the weakness of her lips kissing him back.
"Sorry.. I am" she half smiled, kissing him slightly harder.
"Mm.. maybe we'll do some kissing and making up" he picked her up and threw her on the bed, shutting the door and climbing on top she squealed, the duvet pulled over the pair of them as Peter gave off a smirk.
But the question still lies, who will be maid of honour for their big day?