A/N: Whew, I posted this then I forgot the note, so I'm here! No worries! So, it's been a while, I know. I was in Europe. YOU CAN'T HOLD IT AGAINST ME! Erm. . .anyway. I'm not very satisfied with this chappy. I'm just waiting for the next few! But you guys didn't give me ideas for my next one! I have one in the process, but its a one chapter thing, so it doesn't count.

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Disclaiming: Don't even ask, alright?

I woke up the next day with a pounding headache and the sun blinding me.

"Katie, it's about time you woke up. You have to help Sophie set up her wedding, but I don't think she wants you to anymore. She's absolutely furious with you," Alicia said after rushing to my side.

"Why is she furious?"

"You don't remember, do you?" She said, laughing a little. I told her I didn't have a clue.

"Well, you got so drunk that you made a scene!" Oh that's right!

"Did I say anything stupid?"

Alicia laughed, "Yeah you did! You stood up, asked for everyone's attention then said 'Ladies and Gents, I am officially drunk!'"

"Oh, man. I didn't. . ."

"Yeah, then you passed out. But because of it, Sophie is really mad at you!"

Not a few seconds after that statement, there was a loud knock on the door. I'll admit that I was shit-scared. She didn't wait for us to answer the door; she barged right in.

"KATIE BELL!"

"Ow, I mean, what?"

"You made a complete FOOL out of me last night!"

"I realize that, and I am very sorry—"

"Katie! You have no idea how PISSED OFF I am at you! I don't want you as my maid of honor anymore!"

"I'm. . .what?" I said.

"You're fired! I don't want you in my wedding anymore! I don't want your help at all!" she yelled and stomped out of my apartment, slamming the door behind her.

"Can she do that?" Alicia asked.

"Do what?"

"Fire you? I don't think that's how it works."

Later that day, I sat around the apartment helping Alicia with the wedding cake.

"You shouldn't be helping me. You know what Sophie said: she doesn't want you helping."

I laughed it off, "Oh, Alicia. She doesn't have to know."

We finished the cake and decided to take it to the reception area. Getting ready to leave, we put a spell on the cake to protect it and grabbed our things. However, there was a sudden thud and ash spilled out of our fireplace. There stood Sophie, looking like a wreck. Her hair was frazzled and she was covered in soot.

"Sophie," I said, "what a nice surprise!"

"Katie!" She ran over and grabbed me by the shoulders, "I made a HUGE mistake by firing you! I'm having one hell of a time trying to take care of it all by myself! I need you there to keep me sane!"

"That means that you're—"

"Re-hiring you!"

Without a moment's hesitation, I told her I would. I gave her my dress to take back with her, so I could help Alicia get the cake there. We flooed over to the chapel and noticed Sophie wasn't lying. The place looked horrible. Decorations were in the wrong places and people were hustling about.

After a bit of Sophie telling me what to do, I basically just had to tell people what to do while Sophie got ready. It wasn't that hard, but I could tell she was stressed. I mean, it WAS her wedding day.

"Okay, Robby, ROBBY! I need you to move the tables over there!" I directed.

"I'm on it! Oy! Oliver! Come help me with these!" Robby yelled. Oliver came out in his slacks and shirt, looking fresh out of the shower. Not that I pay that much attention to detail. Remembering what Mrs. Waltman had told me, and I decided to talk to Oliver. I walked over to him and Robby.

"Oliver-"

Robby cut me off.

"Sorry Katie, but we don't have time to chat."

"Robby, hold on," Oliver set down the table, "Katie, I really need to talk to you, but apparently now is not a good time, so I need to talk to you before 7!"

"Okay," I said, and I meandered off.

Everything was finally, set and the place looked gorgeous. The vision Sophie had was real and stunning. I had a few chances to talk to Oliver but he kept getting distracted. I looked at my watch and saw it was 5:30. Time for me, the "maid of honor" to go get ready!

I went back to Sophie's house to get ready and the place was covered in flowers and make-up. I went to her kitchen and surely enough there she was with her mother, Alicia, and Angelina. She was wearing her dress, and it looked even better now that it was fitted for her.

She noticed me and immediately sprang up to hug me.

"Oh, thank GOD! I'm so glad you did that for me, Katie!"

"No problem. Just happy to help."

I got dressed in my sleek and might I add gorgeous gown. It was a halter and black. It wasn't one of those ugly dresses that made the bride's gown look better. They were complementary.

Her mum did my hair, and Alicia did my make-up, and I'm glad they did because after I saw how good I looked, I knew I would have screwed up if I had done it myself.

"Okay, I'm heading back to the church," I said.

I really needed to talk to Oliver. It was only 6:30. I had half an hour! I apparated to Oliver's house in search of him. I ran into his father and his brother.

"Hey! Um, I'm wondering if I can talk to Oliver?"

"Oh, no, I'm sorry," his dad said, "Oliver just left; try the church though."

I thanked him and apparated to the church. People were starting to file in and get seated. I spotted Fred and George across the room. I went over to them.

"Fred! George! Have you guys seen Oliver?"

"We haven't; we were just looking for him," said George (or Fred?).

"Okay. If you do see him tell him I'm looking for him!" I ran off looking through the church. I stepped outside and looked at my watch. 6:50. Oh! The wedding starts in 10 minutes! Wait . . . that's why Oliver needed to talk to me before 7! God! I'm so STUPID! Sophie's mum found me outside.

"Katie, you need to get ready to go. We're starting soon."

"Right, right."

Inside, George was waiting for me with a worried look on his face.

"George, is something wrong?" I asked.

"It's Oliver. We honestly can't find him."

"Don't worry. I'm sure he'll turn up."

The music started to play, and everyone turned to look through the doors. George and I started to walk down the aisle and went to our "posts." I found this all quite odd; wasn't Oliver supposed to be waiting at the altar? Sophie and her mum started to walk down the aisle. I could tell by the look on Sophie's face she was wondering where Oliver was too. She arrived and the music kept playing. However there was no Oliver.

"Um," Sophie started to say to the priest, "isn't someone supposed to be here already?"

"Well, we thought Oliver would come in before you, but he didn't," he said.

This was great. Oliver was missing his own wedding. The crowd started to murmur and I was getting uneasy.

"It's official," George said so only Sophie, the priest and I could hear. "Oliver is a runaway groom."