ALICIA

The next day, all the girls, minus Kristen, had grouped together to work on the wedding project.

"Mass?"

"Flowers. Yup." She held up a picture of a pale yellow roses mixed in with some celery-green leaves. "You like?"

"They're perfect. Dyl?"

"I didn't find any dresses for us, but I had an idea. What if you were in white, ahbviously, and we were in, like, rainbow colors? And the best men could be Derrington, Plovert, Kemp, and Cam? And their ties could match their girlfriends' dresses when they were walking down the aisle?"

"That is good. Except who would Kemp walk with?"

"Kristen. She called."

"What'd she say?" Alicia demanded.

"That she'd definitely be there for the wedding, wherever and whenever."

"Thank Gawd." Alicia tilted her head back and let a grin wash over her face. "Okay, Kuh-laire?"

"I hired a caterer."

"Who?"

"Battaglia. That guy who used to work in the city, you know?"

"How did you get him?" Dylan asked. "He, like, won't even work for the President."

"I have my ways."

"You guys are the best!" Alicia engulfed them all in a huge group hug. "Thank you so much!"