It was nearing mid-October, now. The chill was finally beginning to set in, but luckily, we were tucked, all warm-and-cozy, into the Lennox's kitchen. Both of the Eppses were there, as well as the adult Lennoxes. And of course, my fiancé, Ironhide. Anna was running around the house, and the person in charge of watching her shifted every so often.
But the main reason for our being in the Lennox-house kitchen was not for a social call. We all sitting at the table, busily readying wedding invitations to be sent out. Truthfully, there were many more invitations than people I expected to come. Of course, though, I insisted on sending a personal invitation to each of the Autobots(which Ironhide said was ridiculous, but I was the bride, and that's how I wanted it), so there were about twelve invitations to the base alone. A few of my highschool and college friends were sent invitations, but, outside of Will's friends, I had never really had any human friends worth mentioning. Which also meant that my choices for brides-maids were limited. Anna, of course, would be flower-girl(and possibly ring-bearer). I looked up from the current invitation that I was writing, and turned to the two women.
"Will you two be my brides-matrons?" I asked, suddenly. They both looked up, surprised. But luckily both answered with yes. Okay, now about a maid-or matron-of honor. Who could I possibly ask? Anna was far too young, and the two most prominent women in my life were the brides-matrons already. And my best friend was my fiancé. Which left me with very few options.
When it was decided that a break-time was well warranted, I left the house to go outside and make a call. The biting October chill had me cowering into my sweater, but this wasn't a call I wanted to make with others around. I might lose my nerve. The phone rang three times before there was an answer.
"Hello?" she asked. Surely she knew who was calling-and I'd never had reason to call her before, so I hoped I wasn't bothering her.
"Hi, Arcee, I...well, this is Ramona, and I had a request to ask of you," I said.
"What is it?" she sounded curious now.
"Well, surely you're aware of my betrothal to a certain mech..." I began.
"Yes," she replied, "Of course."
"I was hoping that you would...be my maid-of-honor?" I asked. There was a silence, for a time.
"You mean it?" she finally asked, "Isn't this one of the most prominent days of your life? I mean...I would be honored...but are you sure that you want me?"
"I'm sure," I responded confidently, "I know we don't really know each-other very well, but you've always treated me with dignity. Better than most humans have. And...it would be an honor to have you next to me at the alter, Arcee."
"I...I would love to. I'll warn you, though, I have very little knowledge about these human customs you have," she said, and I chuckled.
"It's okay, Arcee. I'll be sure to answer any questions you have-and maybe you can tell me some Cybertronian customs, while we're at it!" I suggested, happily.
"I can't wait," she insisted.
"Well, we're doing invitations. You can help if you want-I honestly advise you against coming over, it's rather tedious work-so I'll be getting back to that. Call me if you have any questions or concerns, and I'll be sure to let you know about dress shopping...and stuff, okay?"
"Sounds great, Ramona. And...thank you," she said. I smiled to myself.
"Of course, Arcee. And thank you," I said. We both hung up, then, and I returned back to the house.
"Arcee is my maid-of-honor," I announced. Everyone seemed surprised.
"Arcee the Autobot?" Will asked.
