Summary: Connie's life in New York is perfect, that is until some old friends come along bringing chaos, mayhem and an old love she thought she forgot about.

Author's Note: Ok, this fic just sorta popped into my head. I've been watching a lot of obscenely sappy chick flicks lately (Read The Devil Wears Prada and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days) and I thought, what if we set our beloved Ducks in one of said sappy chick flicks, and since I promised myself I would take a break from Julie, this one centers on Connie (Though Julie is still in it, I couldn't bring myself to leave her out completely!) So here it is, and I hope you enjoy it. I'm trying to combine main elements from the two previously stated movies and Sweet Home Alabama and I'll be using just general RomCom clichees along the way!

Disclaimer: I own more in this fic than I've ever owned in a fic before, but I still don't own the Mighty Ducks.

I'm not going to lie to you. My life is pretty perfect right now. I mean, in all seriousness no girl could ask for more. I'm young, living on my own in New York City. I've got a great job, at one of the fastest growing women's magazines in the county, with terrific chances for advancement. I've got great friends and a gorgeous boyfriend, who absolutely adores me. If I had to pick another time in my life that was this perfect it would have to be…well, I guess that's not important right now, what is important is that I, Connie Moreau, am completely and entirely happy.

"Hey Connie!" A perky little blonde ran after her with a bunch of folders in her arms. "I don't know if you talked to Nadine today, but she said that the piece you wanted to do on the Rangers this weekend was out, and that you should stick to that one you had about the girl's basketball team in New Jersey."

"Ugh," Connie shook her head taking the folder out of her friends hand. "Jesus, as much as I love it here, if I don't get to go to a hockey game soon I'm gonna burst. How many articles about girl's basketball teams am I going to have to write Lizzie?"

"So just go to the game any way! Doesn't Alex want to take you?" Lizzie look at her curiously.

"Nah, Alex hates hockey." Connie shrugged. "Actually he's not to crazy about sports in general, except his precious Yankees." She rolled her eyes. "Look, I've gotta go, apparently tall suburban teenagers are more interesting to the women who read our magazine than serious athletes, so I've got a story to write."

"Hey, we're all hitting the bar later, if you want to meet us," Liz started.

"Yeah," Connie said. "I'm meeting up with Alex, so we'll see you."

"Great!" Liz smiled. "Hey! Hang in there, we'll get hockey into the magazine somehow."

Connie walked up the stairs to her apartment and stuck her key in the lock she put her purse down and looked up.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed as she saw the entire apartment lit by candles. There were bouquets of roses in vases all over the living room and a path of rose petals leading the bedroom door. Connie followed the petals into her bedroom where she saw her boyfriend standing in a tuxedo, and a bottle of champagne chilling on her desk. He looked so handsome, bathed in candle light, his dark hair and skin caught the light in just the right way. "Oh my God, Alex!"

"Shhh," He smiled as he walked over and kissed her, he then got down on one knee and she started to cry. "Connie, this past year has been amazing, I love you more than I have ever loved any woman. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He pulled a small jewelry box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal a moderately sized princess cut diamond. "Will you marry me?"

"Oh my God Alex!" She said her eyes filled with tears. "Oh my God! Yes of course!" He stood up, slipped the wring on her finger. "Oh my God Alex, it's beautiful."

"Lizzie helped me pick it out. She said you'd like it." He laughed and then picked her up and kissed her.

"I love it!" She smiled. "And I love you! Oh my God! I'm getting married."

What did I tell you? My life is pretty perfect.

Later that night, Connie and Alex walked arm and arm to the small bar where they spent most of their evenings out with friends. Connie's two closest friends in the city, Lizzie from work, and a lawyer named Adelle were sitting gleefully at a tall table waiting for the couple to arrive. When they finally did, along with Alex's friend, Jay and Tim, they raised their drinks.

"To Connie and Alex!" They smiled.

"They all knew?" Connie whispered in Alex's ear.

"You know how they get." He laughed and kissed her.

"Thanks you guys!" Connie smiled and sat down.

"Alright, Alex, no to monopolize your fiancée," Lizzie started, "But we have wedding plans to make." Adelle, giggled and claps her hands together.

"I'll leave you three to it." Alex smiled, kissed her on the cheek and headed to the bar. Connie smiled.

"OK," Adelle started. "We decided that of the two of us I should be maid of honor."

"Which is fine with me, because, Alex's brother is tall, like Adelle, so that way she won't get stuck with some short groomsman you know?" Lizzie finished.

"Girls," Connie smiled. "I'm really grateful, that you two worked it out so well, but there's some one I have to ask first to be my maid of honor."

"Who?" Adelle said, "Who besides your two most wonderful best friends in the whole world, could you possibly ask to be your maid of honor."

"An old friend." Connie smiled. "From a long time ago, who I made a promise to. But if she says no, then it will definitely be Adelle!

Julie stumbled into her apartment at 10 o'clock in the morning. She fell on the couch, it was the first time she was home in 48 hours. She loved emergency medicine, really, but sometimes it just was way too much. She roused herself off the couch and headed towards the bedroom. As she lay down the phone rang.

"No, no, no!" She mumbled. She reached over and picked it up, sure it was one of the other doctors stuck on shift. "I hate you." She said as she picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Julie?" She heard an excited voice on the other end.

"That depends." She sighed. She wasn't in the mood to cover for anyone at the moment, so she could pretend to be her roommate. "Who's calling?"

"Um, it's Connie Moreau." Connie said on the other end. It had been almost two years since she and Julie had talked, since she left for New York.

"Oh my God!" Julie said instantly perking up. "Oh my God, hi! Is everything OK? Has some one died or something?"

"Oh my God no!" Connie said laughing. "Everything's fine. It's great actually. I just called because well, I'm getting married."

"What?" Julie said still half asleep although excited.

"Married? You know, white dress, till death do us part dum dum da dum!" Connie laughed on the other end.

"Oh yeah! Oh, Connie that's great, really it is." Julie said trying to be happy for her old friend, but still confused about why she called her.

"Yeah, he's great wait until you meet him!" Connie smiled on the other end. "Look, Julie I was calling because well, I was wondering if you would be my maid of honor?"

"Oh, wow!" Julie said. "Oh my God! Of course! I'll definitely do it!"

"Great, oh, also if you could spread the word," Connie said, a hint of anxiousness in her voice. "You know, I don't even think I have half of their numbers anymore, but I want them all there."

"Right." Julie smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. "But what about,"

"Could you?" Connie said, not sure what to expect.

"I wouldn't feel right about it," Julie said shaking her head. "You should be the one to tell him."

"Right but, well." Connie sighed. "I don't know if I…"

"If you need his number I can give it to you." Julie said.

"No, no I have it." Connie whispered. "I'll do it. It'll be hard but I'll do it. Talk to you soon."

"Congratulations!" Julie said as she hung up the phone. She quickly dialed another number. She laughed as it started wringing. "Russ? Hey! It's Julie. Haha, very funny. You'll never guess who I just talked to!"