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The next morning was dreadful. The Seattle rain was pouring more so then usual and Bianca was in tears because her dress wasn't exactly waterproof, as well as the bridesmaid dresses and the service was outside by one of the Seattle waterways.
"Bianca, we need to move the service," Walter said kindly, "Just to someplace indoors, and close by,"
"Where?" She yelled, upset, "Where can we find a place to fit 500 people in for the service and reception?" Kat could hear her sobbing in the bathtub.
"I'm going to call Cameron," She said softly, pulling out her phone.
Over at the hotel, where Cameron was with his family and groomsmen, he too hadn't been panicking. He hadn't noticed the rain yet. His cell rang and he asked Patrick to take it for him while he was showering.
"Hello?" Patrick asked and Kat sighed,
"Can I have Cameron please?" She asked, not really wanting to talk to Patrick
"He's in the shower. Can I help you, Kat?" Patrick asked, smiling. He knew her voice anywhere.
"Bianca's freaking out, because it's raining," Kat said, "The dresses aren't waterproof and the tents won't stand in this kind of rain.
"What?" Said the voice on the other line and she heard some rustling, followed by a string of curses.
"Well, Mr. Verona," She said smiling, "I take it Cameron doesn't know about the rain?"
"He was crazy last night, looking at the news and T.V and internet for the weather reports," Patrick sighed, "They all predicted a light drizzle,"
"Light drizzle? I'd hate to see their version of a storm," Kat said dryly, "So, Mr. Weatherman, any ideas?"
"We'll need to find a different place for the service and reception," Patrick mumbled, "This just puts the icing on the cake! Cameron was worried last night that Bianca wouldn't say 'I do' and when I got him calmed down from that, he went in a tizzy because he was concerned about his performance during the wedding night!" Patrick sighed
"Bianca was worried about the same thing," Kat said, "Not the vows, but the night," Kat laughed, "She was so worried that Cameron would annul the thing because she forgot proper lingerie!"
"Well, all lingerie is good lingerie," Patrick laughed, "At least on you. You could always look sexy in anything,"
"I sense a no flirting zone during this crisis," Kat said impatiently, "Seriously, can you think of anyplace relatively cheap that's somewhat clean, fits 500 people and indoors?"
"Other then school, no," He said, meaning it as a joke
"Padua High," Kat muttered, "The gym! It's perfect!" She grinned and hung up, giving Walter back his cell, "Dad, do you have connections with the high school?" She asked
"Kat, I was just kidding," He said, "Kat?" He frowned when she hung up. He deftly scribbled down her number that was on Cameron's cell on his hand, just in case.
Walter looked perplexed, "Yes, the guidance counselor and I meet once in a while to discuss girls that might, are, or have been pregnant,"
"Mrs. Perky?" Kat asked, confused, raising an eyebrow. Walter flushed a little.
"Yes, and usually I talk to the vice principal," He said, "She seems to be busier these days, what with her book tour,"
"Dad, can you see if you can have the guy give us permission to have the wedding in the gym?" Kat asked, "It's perfect and it's spring break, so no one's using the school,"
"I can do you one better," He chuckled, "The man who is in charge of the entire school is actually Cameron's friend, Michael Something,"
"I thought Mandella said he was out of town?" Kat asked
"Call Mandella and I'll take care of the rest," He said, taking his phone, "Use your own cell, honey, I need this one,"
She nodded and marched up to two of her cousins, dialing Mandella's number, "Kayla, Alicia, we've found a place. Go get the bride ready," She ordered
"Where?" Asked Kayla, grabbing some makeup
"It's a surprise!" Kat laughed and reached her old friend.
"Mandella?" She asked, "Kat here,"
"You want the keys to the gym?" Mandella asked, smiling serenely, "I figured that out when I was kicked awake at four and saw the storm clouds. Gym's open and I'm having janitorial and detention students cleaning up the place as we speak. Just get everyone here by noon instead of ten o'clock,"
"Thanks!" Kat laughed,
"I helped Bianca with a lot of the details, so I already got food, decorations, and the priest," She said, "However, I do not have the numbers of 500 people,"
"Don't worry, Mandella," Kat said, "Dad's taking care of that and now I'm going to hang up and get ready,"
"Good, and tell Bianca 'best wishes'!" Mandella said, "Oh, I need to hang up. That'll be William,"
Kat laughed, and charged in, "Everything's taken care of!" All the girls cheered and Kat was pushed forward by Alicia,
"Girls, don't forget about Kat here! She needs to look sexy!"
"I look sexy in anything," Kat argued before realizing who had told her that and blushed.
"That's what Patrick always said," Bianca yelled thoughtfully and Kat turned the color of a tomato, causing the cousins to laugh and coo over their only unmarried cousin.
The wedding was perfect. Bianca looked beautiful, even though the wind had messed up her veil and hairstyle. Everyone's mascara was ruined running through the rain into the high school and the flowers were damp. Slight spots were on everyone's dress and no one could care less, as long as Bianca was perfect. Three times, Cousin Deb had to fix her make up and she wore a blanket and umbrella when in the storm. She was perfect though.
Kat was looking at her, trying to figure out what was missing. It bugged her slightly and she noticed her sister's bare neck and remembered the pearls.
"Bianca," Kat frowned, "Mom's pearls?"
She smiled at her sister, "I don't want Mom to have anything to do with this day, Kat," Bianca took a deep breath and hugged Kat, "I love you,"
"I love you too," Kat laughed and began to sniffle a little.
"Bianca, don't cry again!" Cousin Lucy reprimanded, "Deb's almost out of makeup and you'll need some after the service!" Bianca laughed hard and smiled. She couldn't stop smiling, no matter how hard she tried.
"Kat!" Patrick walked up to her, smiling slightly in a suit with no tie, the vest missing, the shirt untucked, the pants wrinkled, and his coat unbuttoned. She smiled, thinking that he looked better in his regular clothes then last night in his preppie clothes. For him, the unkempt look with his clothes just made him even more wonderful in Kat's mind, even though he would look horribly out of place in the wedding service.
"You look beautiful," He said, smiling
She didn't get a chance to reply, because some of the girls spotted him and ambushed him. After they left, she saw a preppie in immaculate clothes. They had even gotten his hair moussed and his pants ironed somehow.
Patrick sighed, "I hate your sister," He shook his hair and made it look even worse. Because of the mousse, half of it stuck up weirdly and the other half was plastered to his skull.
Kat smiled, and fixed his hair, "I hate you," She said simply and flounced off.
Patrick grinned and went to go find Cameron and coax him down the aisle.
Kat took a deep breath and took Jake's arm. Jake smiled and was whispering little jokes in her ear the entire way. She was humoring him, but really thinking of Joaquin. Something was bugging her. She had a sense that something was wrong concerning her other life in New York.
"What's wrong, Kat?" He mumbled, noticing she was in a trancelike state the entire way thus far.
"My son," She whispered, "I think something's wrong, but I don't know,"
She had left her cell on vibrate in her purse which was somewhere on the table of coats and other things in the setting up room. So far, there had been fifteen messages this morning alone.
"Want to call him?" Jake asked, about to separate from her, frowning.
Kat shook her head and bit her lip, worried. Sam was watching him, he would be fine. He had to be fine. She amended and decided to call after the service.
It was the world's longest service to Kat, now that she was stressing about Joaquin. Patrick was standing by Jake, bored. He noticed she was tapping her foot and knew there was something wrong. He looked at Jake, knowing he was the last one to talk to her, and poked him. Jake looked at him and he pointed to Kat, clearly wanting to know what was wrong.
"Joaquin," Jake whispered, "Kat's worried about him,"
Patrick sighed. So Kat was taken. He wasn't too sure how he felt about this.