Sabé found her in the kitchen, of course. The usual sweet, but heady aromas of her spiced buns and whatever she was making for the main course floated the long from the kitchen through the dining room and among the halls. Sabé caught herself taking long sniffs of the pleasant smells. She shook her head to refocus her thoughts and smiled as she entered the kitchen. Memily was hard at work at the counter, her hands caught in a large clump of dough as she kneaded it. Cooking flour coated her face and apron and butter was smeared along the pocket of her apron. Then, her perfumed scent seemed to be non-stick cooking spray. Something was in the works for dinner tonight.

"Sabé!" she suddenly beamed as her attention turned to her entering the kitchen. "What brings you in here?"

Sabé chuckled, running a finger along the counter as she approached. When she pulled her finger away, it came off with a thick layer of floury dough stuck to it. "To your little corner of the world?"

Memily laughed at herself. She wiped her hands on her apron, sighed, and cleaned them off with a cloth. "You wanted me to work on a wedding cake," she reminded Sabé. "So far, I have come up with two new frosting ideas. One of which I'm currently working on. I think it's going to be really great!"

"Mind sharing your ideas and plans with me?" Sabé asked, taking a seat at the counter. "And if you're working on our cake, why do I smell dinner?"

Memily beamed. "Brinner," she corrected, jerking a thumb back to gesture to the oven. "Breakfast for dinner. And it's in the oven. I'll be serving in a quarter of an hour."

"So, all of this," Sabé said, spreading out her arms and looking at the cluttered, messy counter. "Is cake."

"My cake project, yes. All the flour is cake and all the dye is for frosting. And most of the butter. And sugar. I should just stop there."

Sabé laughed. "I just wanted to thank you for all your help, Mem. I really appreciate it and you've been a huge help."

"It's no problem! Really, Sabé. I'm eager to help you if you ever need anything." She went back to her work, mixing more flavoring into a small bowl of her experimental frosting. "Especially with your wedding day menu."

"Actually, Mem."

Memily quickly looked up to see Sabé folding her hands, a look of deep thinking on her face. "I do have something else I've been hoping you'd be able to help me with."

"Of course, Sabé. What is it?"

"Well, I don't know. I'd feel awful giving you another job. I mean, I already have you working all day. On a cake, Mem. My goodness, dear girl. Calm down!"

Memily laughed and went straight to reassuring the older woman. "No, no, no! Sabé, it's fine. I'm sure I can help."

"It's a huge job, though, Memily. I don't want to overwork you."

The cook considered. "Well, at least tell me. Or, could someone else help you? Like Leia?"

"No! Leia can't help me. Only you can."

Memily's green, almond eyes widened. "Oookay."

"I want you to be my maid of honor."

"Seriously!" Sabé exclaimed, pulling the younger, unconscious woman into her lap. She sat up her straight and slapped her cheek. "Wake up, girl!"

Memily finally woke with a start and she gasped. "What happened?"

"You passed out!"

Memily cracked a smile. "You asked me to be your maid of honor?"

Sabé nodded. "Yes."

"Why?"

That caught her. She blinked. "Why not? Aren't you honored?"

"I am!" Memily scurried back to her feet and she brushed off her apron. Sabé could have laughed. She didn't mind her apron while it was covered and coated in flour and frosting and butter, but heaven forbid it become dirty with dust! "I am honored, Sabé, but I'm just curious? Why would you choose me? Why not Leia?"

This time, Sabé just frowned. "Your maid of honor is supposed to be your best friend. Leia isn't my friend. She's my niece. You're my friend. My best friend."

Something in Memily's eyes flashed and it distressed Sabé. Not just because she didn't know what it meant, but because there was just something to it. It twisted her guts and put her on edge. She took a step back. "Memily, what's wrong?"

"Huh?"

"You have a look on your face. What is it?"

Memily finally met her gaze, but she couldn't hold it for long. Almost instantly, she looked away and sucked in a breath. When she let it go, her breath quivered. She was crying. Quickly, Sabé jumped back to her side. "Memily, talk to me. You can't lie to me. What is it that's bothering you?"

Memily sat down at the counter and grabbed a towel to wipe her eyes. She told Sabé, "You know you're my only friend, really. You've always been there for me since we both moved here and I never needed anyone else. You're my best friend, but I've never felt like your best friend."

"What do you mean?!" Sabé was shocked. That didn't make any sense to her at all. Of course, Memily had always been her best friend. Who else did she suppose could take that place? Who else did Sabé always hang out with? "Who else could possibly-"

"Padmé's always been your best friend," Memily whispered, but Sabé heard it. So, that's what this was about.

"You're jealous . . . of Padmé? Memily, that's ridiculous! Padmé is dead!"

"She's not dead to you," Memily said it so simply and clearly; it hit Sabé square in the chest and she could have cursed herself for just realizing how that might have always made Memily feel. She was right. Padmé had been her best friend, but she'd never really let her go. Not until most recently. Perhaps, Memily had just been living with this too long. She didn't notice the change yet. In which case, Sabé had to reassure her.

"You're right," she agreed. "I had a hard time letting her go. But you have to believe me, Memily, when I tell you that Ducchi has helped me get past that. He's helped me put it in the past. Sure, she was my best friend growing up. She was like a sister to me. But then I lost her. She's dead, Memily. I can admit that now. She died and I was grief-stricken, but then I came here and you helped me. I found a new friend in you and you have been an amazing friend and you've always been there for me, supporting me, encouraging me! Memily, Padmé was my best friend and no one could ever replace her, but she was my best friend. Now you are and no one could replace you either."

Memily dropped her gaze, twisting her hands into the towel and shuffling her feet. When she looked up, Sabé could see that her continuous tears now meant something else. "You really mean that?"

Sabé nodded. "I mean, really, Memily? You know me. It's not like I have any other friends!"

Memily laughed and when Sabé held out her arms, she walked into her best friend's embrace and hugged her back.

"So, let me ask you again. Memily, would you please be my maid of honor?"

Memily sniffled, then squeaked, "Yes!"