She smiled.

"You have sisters?" she asked. "How many?"

"Three I am the oldest and only boy. I grew up in New Orleans, my ma was born in Normandy."

"Wow." she said. "So you know a little french?"

"It was my first language," he repild in French.

She smiled and laughed.

"Eh bien." she said, relieved at being able to use her better language without confusing him. "That'll save us both a lot of stress."

"Guess the right man fell down from the sky."

Literally. She smirked.

"Try these on." she said, pulling a few out of the closet.

Everything was a size too big, but it wasn't too noticeable.

Kate nodded in approval.

"Alright." she said. "Now, really, all you have to do is say you're a writer. I'm an artist."

"And how did we meet? Where did I propose? What if they ask questions?"

She shrugged.

"Be the typical man and tell them to ask me." she said, laughing a little. "That's what Jack did, the jerk."

"And what if I want every woman at the party to think I was the ideal man?"

(Jo)

She raised an eyebrow.

"Let me think about it." she said. "We've got six hours before we need to get ready."

"Okay, darling," he smiled.

Kate smiled back.

"Whatever you say, gamin."

She picked up the brief letter and went to her room.

(I tried to google what she called him and somehow added a extra letter or two and came up with "a smoked ham.:

(XD Seriously? In essence she called him cute.)

"Come here you sexy smoked ham you!" I think that whole thing was the best Lee qoute of 2010

Thankful her back was turned he blushed.

(Nyeh, not quite up to par with the Rick thing.)

((FF))

Kate stood in the bathroom, putting in her earrings.

Sam straightened his tie.

She came out in her red velvet dress and looked at him.

"Ready?"

"I married a trophy wife."

A tad unfamiliar with the term, Kate just laughed.

"You look good."

He spun around to show off.

She laughed.

"Alright." she said. "Now remember, I'm Sophie LaCroix, and you're Philippe."

"Well Sophie, I can't pronuce our last name."

"Well Sophie, I can't pronuce our last name."

She rolled her eyes.

"So much for French." she said. "All you need to do is say that we're the guests of Monsieur Tremblay. Make everything else up as you go along."

(Was thinking it could be a Xmas party and get caught under the missiletoe?)

He noode.

(Me like)

"Good." she said, reaching to get her coat. "Let's go."

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