Marissa found Bianca in the study checking through the flower orders for the wedding.

"Are you nearly done… dinner's almost ready?"

"Almost." said Bianca, "Although it would be easier if I knew where we were sending then to and the shape of the room."

"It's a surprise." said Marissa walking up to put her arms around Bianca's shoulders.

Bianca was fishing for the location of the wedding again, and the more she pushed the meaner Marissa felt. It was supposed to be a nice surprise but if was feeling less and less 'nice' the more Bianca was being left out of arrangements.

"But why?" begged Bianca. "It's my wedding too and I've done so little for it."

"I wanted you to get well."

"I'm fine." insisted Bianca. "Look at me, I'm fine. I just… want to know. Kendall is busy organising the reception, our moms are taking care of our dresses, and all I've been allowed to do is pick the right colour tulip. It's not fair."

Marissa sighed and held Bianca tighter.

"It's not a bad surprise." she said softly.

"I know but I don't know why it has to be a surprise at all, we're both getting married. I thought maybe that you'd book the Yacht club but after our 'Hen Night' it can't be that…"

"Would it settle your mind if I gave you a hint?"

"It would." said Bianca.

Marissa kissed Bianca's cheek.

"It's where you first told me you loved me and I was too afraid to say it back."

"The park?" Bianca asked.

Marissa swatted her.

"Don't be such a dunce." she groaned. "Don't you remember the hotel by the lake with the pool and the soft play area and terrible infomercials on the TV?"

Slowly a smile of recognition appeared on Bianca's face and Marissa realised she'd been played.

"That was less a hint more telling you exactly where we're going." Marissa said with a laugh.

"I'm glad you told me." Bianca replied, reaching up to hold ne of Marissa's hands still wrapped around her shoulder. "I approve."

"I thought I would take you back to where you first said I love you so that I can say it back."

"That is beautiful… You're such a darn romantic."

"Only when it comes to you." Marissa said kissing her cheek again and hugging her tighter. "We have the whole hotel complex booked, our reception is in the convention centre and we're getting married in that gazebo by the lake."

"Perfect." said Bianca but Marissa can tell from Bianca's expression that something wasn't right.

"What's wrong?" she asked quietly.

"It's just…"

"What?"

"That isn't when I first said I love you. I said attracted… I said I was attracted to you. I wanted to say the 'l' word but I was too afraid if you heard it you would run away screaming."

"Which I did anyway," sighed Marissa, "Without the screaming…"

She held Bianca tighter.

"If any consolation when you said 'attracted' I heard love in my head… damn it I saw it every day in your eyes. But I was coward then. I'm not a coward any more. I want the whole world to know how much I love you."

"And want that too."

Bianca turned, cupping Marissa's cheek with her hand and guided her into a kiss.

"And now we both get to undo something we'll otherwise always regret. We'll both get to say 'I love you'."

Marissa nodded.

"But I have ruined the surprise."

"I can act surprised." said Bianca. "If you want me too… so the others don't know you blabbed. But I'd much rather help more with the wedding."

"I let them know you know." said Marissa. Then she grinned brightly and she even jumped excitedly up and down at the thought. "We're getting married!"

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