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Alle Stelle

After that, the week seemed to go by so fast. We went to school, perfectly normal, with Smackle still hating me. Lucas got me to do my homework, somehow. We got a lot of wedding planning done. We bought the dress, and the bridesmaid dress. Riley was wearing a white strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline and a flowy skirt, just as she liked it. It had a silver blinged-out belt and a flowered bodice, so it even went with the theme. As for me, I was wearing an off-white off-the-shoulder dress that was really light and flowy. It had a really pretty blue and light pink flowered pattern, so I matched the theme, too.

Since it was flower-themed, Riley and I put a lot of thought into the floral arrangements. For her bouquet, Riley did white and pink. She used something called a gladiola, and a camellia, and a bunch of other flowers I didn't know. My bouquet was pink, and I couldn't even bring myself to memorize all of the flowers.

We even ordered the cake! It was super pretty, and it was five tiered. One layer was frosted with white roses, two were frosted with pink icing pearls, and the other two were plain white. The whole thing was topped with icing flowers. I would be almost guilty at eating the masterpiece.

But, soon enough, the weekend came, and it was time for our bachelorette party.

I kissed Lucas goodbye, and turned to leave. Before I took a step, though, Lucas pulled me back and kissed me one more time, gently, molding his body to fit mine instead of the other way around. He pulled away and smiled.

"Be safe, okay?" he said.

"Always," I replied. I pecked him on the cheek, then ran outside and hopped into the car with Riley.

We drove to downtown Louisville, which has the best stores and restaurants. Riley parked in front of an Italian restaurant called Alle Stelle, and we went inside. Looking around at all of the rich people, I was glad I had worn my silver cocktail dress. Otherwise, I would have been sadly under dressed.

A hostess led us to a table and we sat down. I looked through the menu, which was mostly fancy Italian names. 

"What are you going to get?" Riley asked as she looked over the menu.

"Probably the Carbonara," I replied, "It looks good."

Riley nodded, "I'll probably have the Risotto," she put down the menu, "Mom used to make it."

I smiled, "I remember that. I'm excited to see her at the wedding," I said.

Riley smiled, "Me too. I miss her."

The waitress, a pretty girl a bit older than us, with fluffy black hair and an embroidered apron, bounced over with a kind of enthusiasm that said she had worked at restaurants for a while.

"Ciao! Benvenuto!" she cried, "What can I get you this evening?"

We told her our orders, and we got our food surprisingly quickly. The Carbonara was amazing, and so was the Risotto. I know, because I kept stealing bites off of Riley's plate when she wasn't looking.

When we finished, the same bouncy waitress (Her name tag said Giada) came and gave us our check. I felt rich, paying the ridiculously high bill, even though it wasn't my money. It felt nice to 'live like the rich,' though.

We went outside, and I wrapped my cardigan around my shoulders.

"Where do you want to go for dessert, Riles?" I asked as we clicked down the street in our heels.

"Zay said there was a French dessert shop down the street. Creme Brulee, macaroons, chocolate mousse, crepes Suzette!" She said in a mock French accent. 

"Sounds good," I said, laughing. It felt good to have a girls' night, since we lived in a house full of guys.

And, besides,

I was looking forward to some freaking Creme Brulee