Mamma Mia Au for ac-ars. I'm only 7 minutes late for bday imao.
How many song references did I make? Hint: Too many.
I regret nothing.
1. Does Your Mother Know?
The reunion of Stella and Lola was probably heard by all of Sicily. "Lola, I can't believe you're finally here, there's so much I have to tell you." Stella gushed as she ran over the small beach pier. "I missed you too, chiquitita." Lola grinned down at her. While Stella was excited seeing her best friend since their last summer in Argentina, she didn't let that hated nickname mention slide, slapping her upper arm lightly as they hugged.
Lola looked at the reddening spot. "I used almost a full bottle of sun screen and you do this? I can't look like a lobster on your wedding day!" Maybe a beach dress in a lighter colour would have done the trick too.
"And now the real reason I came here," Lola had taken a hold of her hand, inspecting Stella's engagement ring on her left finger. "It's even prettier up close. And a ruby, no less. Andrés sure did his homework." Lola said impressed. She still hadn't let go of her hand, going on and on about the stone and cut of the ring.
"It looks so expensive. Really, I look at it and think money, money, money." Stella laughed at that. "I would be appalled otherwise." She had actually had yelled a chorus of several yes' at Andrés before he even had the chance to show her the ring, or finish his speech, for that matter.
"How's Argentina?" Stella asked, as she and Lola walked up to the house she was living with her mom. "Same old, same old," Lola told her. "That's why I'm here. It's so boring back home since Ofelia and Luis moved out. I need someone I can annoy."
"I'm the bride. I'm off limits." Stella said immediately. "Yeah, yeah," Lola waved her hand dismissively.
"What about you? Any other life changing events?"
Stella couldn't hold it in any longer. "I'm inviting my dad to the wedding." The words just had bursted out of her. "You what?" Lola asked shocked, "also, your mother told you? I always thought she didn't know herself."
To be fair, Luna Valente was all over the place, far away from organized, so it could be possible.
Stella's excitement wavered, guilt slowly making it to the surface. "Well," she began, finding the palm tree on their right way more interesting now. "Oh my god, what did you do?" Lola already asked.
"I found her diary while cleaning out the attic and there are actually three candidates," Stella admitted. "Three?" Lola's eyes were this close to falling out.
She quickly recovered though. "Better be a wide isle," she said with a diabolical smile, earning herself another arm slap from Stella
2. I Have a Dream
"You're crazy," Lola announced, as Stella put a post stamp on the third, and last, sealed envelope.
"I know this is your dream, but it's insane, and coming from me, that's saying something." Lola still wasn't sold on the whole invite your potential dads to your wedding.
"As if randomly showing up in their front lawn would be a better idea," Stella muttered. This was her last resort. She wanted the fairytale wedding, so her father had to walk her down the isle. No ifs, ands, or buts!
"You thought about that, didn't you?" Lola realised, leaning back in the chair. "Maybe," Stella said with a little shrug, putting the envelopes into her bag.
