Brooke arrived at the restaurant to see Peyton and Haley waiting at a table in the back. Biting her lip, she forced herself to walk towards them. It was the last place she wanted to be but the girls had insisted and Cameron had been equally persistent. So she had gone under all the pressure in the world and she wasn't happy about it. And when Brooke Davis wasn't happy about something, she had no problem letting the whole world know about it.

"Good morning, sunshine," Peyton turned to Haley. "See? I told you she'd show."

"Bite me, Blondie," Brooke huffed.

"Great," Haley sighed.

"I told you she'd show…didn't say she'd be happy about it."

Brooke shot her friends a perturbed look.

"I am so not happy about this. Trust me, I am here only under extreme distress thanks to you two hens and a certain pushy boyfriend who let's say will be getting very acquainted with his right hand over the next week."

"Ouch," Peyton laughed out loud. "Dude, come on. It's not that bad. I'm the one that should be having a hard time with this."

"Yes, you should but nooooo, you're the one encouraging it."

"Leave her alone, Brooke," Haley chimed in. "Ultimately it was my decision too."

"Yeah and a really dumb one at that."

"Thanks."

"Why are we doing this again?"

"Because it's polite," Peyton answered.

"Because it's an effort, a start," Haley added.

Brooke rolled her eyes.

"Excuse me if I just barfed in my mouth a little bit."

Haley took a deep breath. Less than three minutes into it and she was already starting to regret her decision. She had been nothing short of skeptical from the beginning but Lucas was one of her best friends and her future brother in law. And whether any of them liked it or not, Caylan Hughes was to be Lucas' future wife. There was nothing to do but accept that and in turn that meant accepting her. It was a feat but they had promised Lucas. The first person to make an effort, surprisingly, had been Peyton. If she could be the bigger person, certainly any of them could. So that's why Haley had reluctantly agreed to invite Caylan along for a friendly morning get together that included the discussion of her upcoming nuptials to Nathan. After all, how bad could it actually get? The very question made Haley shudder. She had a feeling it was going to be a very long day.

Brooke had been the one most against it. She had a caught a bad vibe when it came to Caylan and she had no problem making sure the rest of the group was aware of it. As she sat and continued to pout and complain, bantering back and forth with Peyton, Haley put her head in her hands. Then she saw the front doors open and in walked the pretty blonde they had been waiting for. Her skin, make up and hair was flawless and she was dressed casually but stylishly, looking like she had just come from shooting the cover of a teen magazine. For a few seconds her innocence and freshness appealed to Haley. It was easy to see how a lonely 26 year man could have instantly fallen for the young beauty.

"Okay, guys, stop it. She's coming," Haley warned in a hushed whisper.

"God, I need a drink," Brooke moaned.

"It's 10 a.m.," Peyton reminded her with a smirk.

Brooke just rolled her eyes before plastering on her best fake smile. She was an award winning dancer, not an actress but she'd have to do her damnest if there was anyway to make it through the breakfast.

"Caylan," Haley smiled. "Hi. So glad you could make it."

"Yeah," Peyton nodded for emphasis. "Um, it's good to see you."

They all looked at Brooke who was pretending to be engrossed in the menu.

"Hello," she finally forced through pursed lips as Peyton gave her a pinch underneath the table.

"Hey," Caylan said as she removed her sunglasses.

She took a seat and long, golden locks fell down her back in slow motion like something out of an Herbal Essences commercial. All four looked curiously at each other, awkwardness setting in, as no one quite knew what to say. They were saved by the bell when a friendly waitress came over to take their orders.

"I'll have a blueberry muffin, oatmeal and coffee, please," Haley ordered.

"A traditional omelet and hashbrowns with a glass of orange juice," Peyton added.

"I am starving," Brooke commented as her eyes scanned the menu. "Okay…um, a small stack of pancakes with a side of sausage and bacon, a biscuit, a French Vanilla Cappuccino and a small grape juice. Thanks."

"And for you, Miss?" the waitress turned to Caylan.

"Just iced water and a grapefruit, please."

The waitress nodded and promised to return shortly with their drinks.

"Are you sure that's all you're getting to eat?" Haley asked. "The food is really good here."

"I'm fine," she said nonchalantly. "I don't like to eat a lot of fattening foods. You know what they say…a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips. Besides, men appreciate it when girls watch their figures, at least I know my man does."

Peyton bit her lip as she prayed Brooke would bite her tongue. The blonde had decided that Caylan wasn't a rude, bad mannered, offensive bitch on purpose…she just didn't think before she spoke. Yeah, that had to be it.

"So…" Haley quickly intervened. "Um, I have something I have been dying to show you guys. The wedding planner sent me these pictures of all the floral arrangements and I am so excited. Aren't they beautiful? Look at my bouquet."

The girls browsed through photo after photo of flowers.

"Aw," Brooke put her hand over her heart. "That is so sweet. You're gonna be a beautiful bride, Haley."

Caylan wrinkled her nose.

"Are those Calla Lillies?" she asked.

"Actually, they are," Haley answered. "I picked them out myself. At first I was just going to have them mixed with roses in my bridal bouquet in like a little contemporary classic design but it turned out so nicely, I decided to incorporate it into all the arrangements."

"Oh. Well, I guess it's pretty and all, I mean, if that's what you like. They're nice but a lot of brides pick them. All my flowers are being imported and for my bouquet, I chose this really gorgeous silk arrangement from China. It's gonna be so awesome. It's costing Luke a fortune but he doesn't mind."

Peyton looked away. She was all about making the effort but even she had to admit it was a little uncomfortable hearing another woman discuss so intimately wedding plans she was making with the man she was still married to. Brooke was aghast but surprisingly kept silent as Haley struggled to keep the peace.

"Different brides like different things. I'm sure yours will be very pretty."

"Haley, I think you have a really great theme," Peyton finally spoke after regaining her exposure.

"Thanks. I really wanted it to be special. And we were also blessed with the most talented, patient wedding planner ever. She is absolutely amazing! We have a pretty big guest list but at the same time I didn't want it to be over the top. So far we've done a good job keeping it elegant but simple at the same time. I'm pretty pleased with it."

"What about Nathan?"

Haley playfully rolled her eyes.

"You know Nathan. He's such a guy. He has no interest in all the details and planning so maybe I should be totally happy that I get to do it myself. I mean, at first it kind of bummed me out but I respect the fact that all the frilly stuff isn't him. He says he just wants to get married and that's enough for me."

"That's so cute," Peyton teased her.

"Lucas is totally involved," Caylan spoke up.

"Excuse me?" Haley said.

"We do everything together. I mean, it's our wedding. Just the other day we sat down and went over everything from the ceremony and the attire to the reception. You should have seen how into it he was, he's so adorable sometimes. Actually, I feel kind of bad for you, Haley, doing it all alone. That must suck to have Nathan so uninterested. I don't know what I would do if my Lucas acted like that."

"It's not that he's uninterested," Haley began to defend.

"Did you get everything squared away with the caterer finally?" Peyton tried to diffuse.

"Huh?" a still hurt and obviously distracted Haley answered. "Oh yeah. That nightmare is over finally, thank God. I never knew planning a menu would be so difficult but everything is now under control, I am happy and relieved to announce. Now if we could just agree on the cake…"

"I thought that was already settled."

"So did I. Would you believe that is the one element of the whole thing Nathan loves to be involved in?" she giggled. "Red velvet, Almond, Carrot, Italian Crème, German Chocolate…you name it. My personal favorite is Black Forest but I think Nathan really likes the Raspberry Liqueur. Either we're gonna have to pick a neutral flavor or play Rock, Paper, Scissors."

"Why don't you have the Black Forest wedding cake and let Nathan have whatever he wants for his Groom's cake?" Brooke suggested.

"Yeah," Peyton agreed. "That's a great idea and you know he won'tt mind. He just wants you to be happy anyway."

"You're right," Haley shrugged. "Gosh, thanks guys. I can't believe we hadn't thought of that anyway. What a great idea."

"Lucas and I are having three cakes," Caylan interrupted. "It's going to be so cool. I'll be interviewing top chefs in Los Angeles to see who is going to bake them. The Bride's cake is going to be Pineapple and the Groom's Cake will be Double Chocolate because that's Luke's favorite. We haven't decided on the wedding cake yet but I guess that will be the fun of doing the tastings together."

"Actually, it's Princess Cake."

Everyone looked up when Brooke spoke. Her hazel eyes glared right at Caylan.

"What?"

"White cake with cream cheese frosting. It's called a Princess cake and that is Lucas' favorite, not, Double Chocolate. Karen used to make it for him all the time."

Peyton raised an eyebrow. The brunette did have a point.

"You're right," she said quietly. "In fact, that was the flavor of the cake at our…"

Her voice trailed off as she halted the sentence for obvious reasons. Tossing her hair back, Caylan, seemingly agitated, announced she was going to the restroom. The three women watched her stalk off.

"Okay," Brooke threw her hands up in frustration. "I know you guys are gonna get mad but I have to say it. What a little…"

"Bitch," Haley finished for her.

Brooke frowned.

"Well, yeah."

"You're right. She was very inconsiderate. We tried to be nice and make an honest effort to give her a real chance and she acts like she doesn't want to be here. She obviously has no interest in being our friends."

"Exactly," Brooke agreed. "You were nice enough to include her and what does she do? She takes over and makes it the freaking Lucas and Caylan show."

"I'm sorry, guys," Peyton shook her head. "This is all my fault. I insisted on getting together like this and you guys were right all along. It was a bad idea. I shouldn't have…"

"It's okay," Haley assured her.

"No, it's not," Brooke exclaimed.

"Yes, it is."

"What do we do when she comes back from the bathroom? Put up with her being inconsiderate and taking over the conversation? Hearing how much better aka more expensive her wedding is going to be? Listen to her go on and on about Luke like she's almost trying to throw it in Peyton's face?"

"Yes," Haley sighed. "We suck it up, bite our tongues, eat quickly, then get the hell out of here. No need in being rude back or causing a scene. We gave her a shot and she blew it and now we know. For Luke's sake, we'll continue to remain civil but that's where it ends. Agreed?"

Peyton nodded. It sounded like a plan.

"Agreed."

"Brooke?"

She defiantly folded her arms.

"I vote we just kick her ass."

Peyton smiled.

"I could definitely be swayed but we both know Haley is right. Now come on. What do you say?"

"Fine," she finally conceded with a dramatic sigh. "But can I just tell you two bitches right now for the record that I, Brooke Penelope Davis, was right all along?"

"Yes," Haley and Peyton groaned simultaneously.

"Oh God, here she comes," Brooke gave a disgusted look. "Sure we can't go to Plan B and just kick her ass?"

"Did I tell you I am designing a ten thousand dollar champagne fountain and we're going to release a bunch of doves at the end of the reception?" Caylan, apparently rebounded, continued from where she left off.

"Don't tempt me," Haley mumbled under her breath.