Amy blinked twice when Lucy finished her tiny speech. The girls were screaming as the boys clapped. Amy only blinked before pinching herself. Then in a voice that almost sounded foreign, she spoke. "So, this is finally happening?"
Everyone turned to her and Lucy inhaled nervously. "Amy, will you be my maid of honor?" and she was on her knee, a bouquet of white roses in her hands.
Amy scoffed at the show of it all but tears were welling in her eyes. She didn't know for how long they talked about that. How they joked about how they would be at each other's wedding as maids of honors and how the moment will be joyful. Now, here it was, she might have missed a chance to have Lucy as hers but she wasn't passing an opportunity to be on. And her very dramatic best friend had made a show of it all by kneeling on one knee and proposing.
Amy wiped the tear that slipped from her eye. "Oh goodness, Lucy," she whispered the place was dead silent. "You are all drama?"
