Brooke and Winston were giggling at the pictures on Winston's Tablet. Brooke was sitting on Winston's lap, both wearing casual, comfortable pajamas eating Chinese.

"We can't have that!" Brooke giggled holding her chopsticks trying to eat her Chow Mein noodles.

"Why not? I am a feminist. Male Hawaiian dancers will be performing at the reception, after the female dancers." Winston says as he kissed Brooke's neck.

"It's not the dancers, it is the costume you chose for them. I'm pretty sure that is not right."

Brooke and Winston were planning everything. They already had the aesthetics done, the colours, the theme, the amount of guests, and even the menu. Brooke agreed to have roasted pig as the main course. She had it before when she went to the tropics for work a long time ago. It was delicious. The apple in its mouth made it perfect. Brooke saw the final design. It was gorgeous. She had to fly to New York for her fittings. She could have just emailed, but she wanted to see her family. Plus had to attend more meetings for her dad's work.

Their dinner was interrupted by Brooke's cell.

"Noooo. It is your day off." Winston moaned. Both of them were busy, especially Brooke. Her dad's movie was taking longer than usual and Brooke had to handle his business contacts in the States. Winston barely seen her.

"You know I just want to want to eat dinner and plan our wedding. It may be nothing." Brooke answers it.

"Hello?"

While Brooke talked, Winston looked over at the various Pinterest ideas. Most of them were typical, but some of them were original. Hmm. The wedding itself was New York, but they reception was mostly Hawaiian. Winston already had his tux, a formal black one with a tail, a cane and a top hat. His groomsmen, and best man and woman, Todd and Wendy were dressed similar, except Wendy was wearing a fitted feminine version, and her hat was a brimmed bowler hat. When he called to ask, Wendy said a enthusiastic yes.

Winston knew how busy Wendy was. Her husband, Pablo Paloma was busy. Her and Pablo lived in Panama with their two kids. Pablo was a singer, but was currently acting in a very popular telenovela. Wendy was a stay at home mom, however had a very successful YouTube career as a comedian housewife. Her and Winston shared a friendly bond, their friends joked that they were twins separated at birth, due to their closeness and personalities. Neither argued there, they wondered if they were related in a past life.

"Uh, uh. Yep. Okay. I'll be there. Bye." Brooke hangs up.

Winston saw that look. Not again.

"Honey..."

"I know. Just be careful. Don't drive home, stay at a hotel." Winston knew Brooke had to drive to LA. No way was she driving at night, especially during the late night rush hour.

"I'm so sorry. I just wish my work was in Sweet Valley."

"Go. I'll keep the couch warm."

"I promise after this movie ends..."

"Don't worry about it. I know how important work is."

"Thanks." Brooke kisses Winston on the cheek and walks to the bedroom to change.

Winston sighs. He picked up the remote.

"Looks like it is Netflix or cheap reality TV again."

As much as he loved Sweet Valley, maybe he should look at houses in Los Angeles. That way Brooke could come home every night instead of commuting.