Pysco Wolf- I'll take my chocolate now, thank you. ;-)
A/N: I had no ideas for this chapter, so this is going to be a flashback chapter. –oohs and aahs-
Also…does anyone remember the episode where that guy tries to blackmail Catherine w/ that dirty-ish movie she made back when she was a stripper?—I'm pretty sure I didn't make that up…soooo, anyone know the name and/or season of that one?- cookies for whoever tells me. I need clips… for a video. –shifty eyes-
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
"It's not too late to change your mind sweetie. Blame it on cold feet; I know you could do so much better than Eddie."
Catherine turned around from her place at the closet to face her mother, Lily.
"He's scum." The older woman added.
"Tell me how you really feel Mother." Catherine rolled her eyes. It was the night before her wedding and all her mom could do was bad-mouth her future husband. This wasn't how it was supposed to work.
"Look, I know Ed is your least favorite person in the world, but I love him, and like it or not, I am going through with this wedding."
"I hope you know what you're doing Catherine." She locked eyes with her daughter before looking over her shoulder at the wedding dress hanging in the open closet.
She looked at Catherine again. "Well, you'd better get some rest. I'm going to head over to Sam's room. There are a few more details we have to work out before tomorrow."
The blonde chuckled. "Why don't you just ask him out already?"
"Because," Lily started as she pulled on her coat and walked to the door with Catherine. "It didn't work out between us all those years ago, why bother now?"
She didn't wait for her daughter's response, instead she just kissed her on the cheek and opened the door and stepped out into the hallway of the hotel.
"Sleep well dear."
"You too Mom."
Catherine shut the door and waited a few minutes before grabbing her own coat and leaving the room in search of the downstairs bar. She was glad Sam Braun had insisted on paying for the wedding, as much as it bruised Eddie's ego, Sam just wanted her to have the perfect wedding. To him this meant; having a huge, extravagant ceremony at the Tangiers. She wasn't about to complain though.
She made it down to the bar without bumping into anyone she knew. There were only a few people sitting down at the bar, all of them looked like exhausted businessmen. She glanced down at her watch, it was almost midnight, and she wasn't the least bit tired.
She ordered her drink and sat down at one of the stools at the end so she could be alone with her thoughts, which didn't last long; halfway through her martini a very tired looking brunette sat down next to her and ordered a beer.
"Wow, don't you look happy?" The brunette joked, referring to Catherine's expression.
She chuckled. "You have no idea."
"Hmm, lemme guess." She gestured down to Catherine's left hand. "Wedding ring. Sooo I'm assuming you're here to get married. Well, that or you're having an affair."
"I'm getting married. Tomorrow actually." Catherine flashed a small smirk.
"Oh, well congrats." The other woman raised her beer bottle in a toast before taking a sip. Catherine nodded.
"I'm Sara by the way." She stuck out her hand which Catherine took briefly.
"Hi Catherine, sorry for just inviting myself over, but you looked like maybe you wanted some company."
"It's ok, really. Actually, I'd love some company. Just as long as it's none of the people I have to see tomorrow."
"Then I'm your girl," Sara beamed. "I'm only here till I'm done drinking. I was here to sing for my friend's birthday earlier."
"You're a singer?" Catherine marveled and propped her chin up on her hand, turning to face Sara more.
She shrugged. "Not full-time. I'm a waitress."
"I bet you have a great singing voice."
Sara took a swig of her drink then raised an eyebrow. "How do you figure?"
This time it was the blonde who shrugged. "Just a hunch."
Sara nodded. "So, I have a feeling you don't just hang around in bars all day…what do you do with the rest of your the time?"
Catherine hesitated. "Uh, I'm a dancer."
Sara looked down at her beer bottle and tried to hide her smirk. "Cool."
They both chuckled at the brunette's comment.
They sat there for the next hour and a half talking before Catherine started yawning every 10 seconds.
She stood up and stretched before pulling on her coat.
"Thanks for the company Sara, I think I'd better get up to my room. I don't want to be half-asleep at my own wedding."
Sara stood up also. "I understand." She shook Catherine's hand once more. "I hope it works out for you two."
Catherine smiled warmly at the brunette. "And I hope you find a career in singing like you want." She turned and headed out of the bar, but not before waving one last time at Sara.
Sorry that was so short, but I wanted to get something up for this chapter.
Hope you all liked it!