she had laughed as the two had sat together, Bella adopting a more professional air she had opened her planning book. “OK Sam, two weeks........two weeks!” She had chuckled. “I like a challenge” her eyes suddenly growing so serious. “Why two weeks Sam?” Her voice had been soft, enquiring, her eyes holding Sam’s. For a second she had considered telling her the truth, but instead had forced a smile to her lips. She knew that Bella would never be any part to a wedding such as this, knowing that she would not plan such an event when she knew her friend to be an unwilling participant. Dante had been right about one thing, their wedding would be a prestigious affair, with over 300 people invited and it was a career-making one for the person organising it. If there was to be any good to come out of this farce of a wedding then she wanted it to go to Bella, leaning in and hugging her friend. “Well we know how we feel Bella, and we could wait 6 months a year....but at the end of the day it would just be time wasted”. Giving a soft smile, she had chosen to slip in one piece of the truth. “And...well we want a baby...and we don’t want to bring it into the world before we are married”. She had seen as Bella had visibly relaxed, giggling.
