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"Ohh... Well, in that case... I'll just let you finish." Stacy twiddled her fingers awkwardly. As she waited for Samantha to be done with her sandwich, she attempted to strike up conversation. "So... Are you gonna be a bridesmaid too Maddy?"

Stacy responded with, "Well, that's neat. We've already got some great bridesmaids for Sammy's wedding. And I've heard we'll all be wearing the same types of dresses too."

Stacy followed Sam as they left. For a second, she looked back at the eatery. Their lunch time was short, but satisfying, like a good sandwich. But now, it was time to get the wedding along. She didn't know where they were to find this planner, but Samantha must've had an idea. She just had to follow her.

The plastic princess, Steph, stepped out from the door of the restaurant. She eyed Sammy and Stacy as they were walking away. "What strange companions those two make.", she said as she lighted up another cigarette. "Samantha has lived around the rabble for so long, that she nearly behaves as one." She puffed from smoke from her mouth before continuing to speak. "Perhaps she should spend a little more time amongst her kind. Yes. That's just what the woman needs. A little less time with the poor one, and a little more with her new Maid Of Honor."

[I guess it's time for the next scene. Where do Samantha and Stacy go to find their wedding planner?]

Stacy began to think. "Heheh... Well... I have no idea where this place is, so I'd like to be driven there. But on the other hand, my car will still be at the Sandwich Barn. So it might be best if you give me some directions."

Stacy found her car near the other side of the parking lot. Once she began to drive from her spot, she found Samantha's doing just the same. Sam's car proceeded to steer away from Sandwich Barn, with Stacy's behind it. They traveled across town together, until they finally reached the place they were destined for. [Sorry for the lack of detail. It's hard to describe a driving scene.]

Stacy parked her car next to Samantha's. As she opened her door to get out, she was amazed by the marvel of the store ahead. She had done her fair share of travelling, and knew this quaint, little town very well. Though it seemed that even a place like this had some fancy businesses in the area. "So this is the Bridal Boutique.", she said to herself, "How lovely."

She quickly found Samantha walking away from her car. Stacy caught up with her to begin their shopping trip. "I'm here!", she said, "Are we gonna go in now?"

Stacy followed Samantha throughout the store. She mindlessly wandered, having faith that her friend knew what to do, and where to search. As she did so, she got to look at several departments that this place had to offer.

The first one to strike her interest were the bouquets of flowers. Stacy knew the tradition that these flowers entailed. Once a couple had been newly wed, these flowers would be thrown to the attendees. They say those who catch them would become the next to be married. Stacy began to fantasize about catching these flowers herself. She thought of how nice it would be to go from bridesmaid to bride. Perhaps she could have children too, just as Samantha is.

Though she wondered. Would catching the bouquet really have that kind of effect on her? Her rational mind told her it was just a superstition, but her fantastical mind clung to the hope. "Even if that were true...", she mumbled to herself, "Would a bridesmaid even be allowed to catch the bouquet?"

"Hey, Samantha!", she spoke up, "Is a bridesmaid allowed to catch the wedding bouquet?"

"Why thank you.", Stacy quietly responded, "I think I'll... try to do that when the wedding happens."

As the two ascended the escalator, she took a look at the people around her. Specifically, she was focusing on the women. Though not all of them, quite a few were rather slender in comparison to Stacy. She began to sweat as she felt intimidated by superior beauty. She lightly pinched her stomach, feeling sensitive about her waistline. In the back of her mind, she remembered the image of Stephanie. Her proportions were unlike most women out there. How could one even dream of coming close? How could Stacy dream of being anything else but her "tubby" self?

"She's lacking in the department of.... beauty.", Stephanie's words haunted, "She's not fit to be Maid Of Honor."

Even Samantha outranked Stacy in physical appearance, as she stared at her from behind her back. Stacy attempted to calm herself, so she tried to think. Perhaps Sammy's pregnancy would detriment her waistline, and Stacy wouldn't have to suffer alone. Though she knew it was an awful thought to create. Why wish to see her friend dragged down, just because she's down herself?

"Uhhhmmm.... Samantha....", she said with slight anxiety, "How long will it be until we find this planner?"

[Hope this part didn't get too emotional. I'm trying to create a compelling narrative.]