Hope you enjoy this short chapter. I love Lanie's frankness with Kate throughout the series, she calls it like she sees it. I hope we see Lanie as her Maid of Honor she deserves it. Hope you enjoy! Thank you to all who reviewed you motivate me to write because someone out there wants to read!

Kate wasn't worried about asking Lanie. Other than the decibel level of the outburst she was sure to have, Kate was looking forward to the day with her friend. Lanie had been waiting for this day probably as much or longer than she had. As soon Richard Castle had appeared on the scene, Lanie had donned on the Richard Castle pom poms and cheerleader uniform. Her friend had seen the instant connection and had never wavered in her quest to steer Kate in the right direction.

Lanie had been there with her through the good or bad, never once sugar coating her advice or suggestions. There was no question in anyone's mind that Lanie would be her maid of honor, but the official request had yet to be made.

Today they were going to have lunch at a trendy place Lanie loved called Hospoda on E. 73rd St. The reservation for lunch had been made days ago. Then they were going to go look for the perfect dress for the feisty ME, if she was up to it. Kate had decided to gift Lanie with a complimenting piece of jewelry.

As they were being seated Kate had discreetly slipped a small embossed envelope under Lanie's napkin. When Lanie had lifted the napkin to place on her lap she had spotted the pretty ivory and gold colored note. Picking it up she suspiciously eyes Kate over it.

"What's this all about, Kate Beckett." She questions as she slips her finger under the flap and opens it. She quietly opens the card and reads. Tears immediately spring to her eyes as she reads. As she finishes Lanie stands up and flings her arms around Kate.

"It's about damn time, Katherine Beckett! I thought this day was never going to get here! It's not like you made it easy for anyone, but I can't be happier. Yes, yes, of course I will!" She give Kate a quick peck on the cheek and returns to her seat.

A waiter comes rushing over with two champagne glasses and champagne. "Congratulations, Ladies!" He says as he open the bottle and starts to pour!

"Wow, Kate this is great." Lanie reaches for her glass and enjoys the delicious drink.

"I didn't Lanie," whispers Kate as she looks questioningly at the waiter.

"Oh, we offer ever new couple who proposes a bottle of our best champagne to start their new life together." The waiter proudly announces.

Kate and Lanie restrain themselves from spewing the champagne across the table at the eager waiter. Both women laughing at the conclusion the poor waiter had come to. Espo and Castle would surely get quite a kick out of it.

"Oh honey," Lanie interrupts. "You only have part of that right! She's getting married, but not to me. She just asked me to be her maid of honor! I've been waiting for this hardheaded woman to finally see what was right in front of her for years."

"I'm so sorry. I heard you say "yes" and saw you kiss her. I thought you were being discreet. Let me remove this..." He starts to remove the champagne.

Lanie places a hand over his. "Believe me this is well deserved, we'll pay for it, she's loaded..." Lanie tells the young waiter while Kate gives her a dirty look.

"Don't look at me with those eyes, lady. I deserve this bottle of expensive fizz. Oh and if I swung that way, and you proposed, I can tell you, you wouldn't have gotten a discreet kiss on the cheek." Both of them crack up laughing at the honesty of her words. Lanie never did anything half-assed.

"So, now that the formalities are done when are we going shopping? After lunch today, to early?" The feisty ME suggests As she beams.

"Lanie, the rest of my day is wide open just for you. Where do you want to start? What kind of dress do you want to wear? It's you and Alexis so as long as it's formal, you compliment each other and its classy I'm good."

"How about the cute little boutique off 5th Ave we spotted last week." Kate agrees as they continue with lunch.

"Now tell me, who have you asked? Have you found a location yet? Have you pick up your sexy honeymoon lingerie, yet? We want writer boy speechless!"

The rest of the afternoon flies by and by the time she makes it back to the loft she is exhausted, and happier than she ever thought possible.

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