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Gracie takes my hand in hers. “I’m sorry, Lennon.”

“Don’t be. I’m just emotional. This is perfect, Everly. Thank you so much,” I manage to tell her as I calm myself. “Do you think it will still fit in four weeks?”

“Just let me worry about that. We’ll fit you again in three weeks, then tweak it a few days before the wedding. It will fit like a glove. Now go eat some ice cream and get me a baby bump to feature,” she laughs.

“First flowers,” Grace announces.

Right. We’re headed to the florist next.

“Um, Everly... How do I get out of this without the pins ripping me to shreds?” I ask, concerned about getting blood on the beautiful white silk.

“Carefully,” Caitlin deadpans, and Everly shakes her head.

“Come on. I’ll help you.”

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Grace and I did stop for ice cream before we walked down the street to the flower shop, where two beautiful blondes greet us. Wow. There must be something in the water here. “Gracie,” the younger of the two excitedly calls out. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Lexi.” She kisses the younger one’s cheek, then looks confused as she turns to the woman who looks about my age. “Dillan... what are you doing here? I thought you were working with your sister?”

Dillan clips the stem of a beautiful white rose and adds it to a bucket. “It’s definitely better for my relationship with my sister if we don’t work together.”

“I could see that,” Grace muses. “Well, ladies, this is my friend, Lennon. Lennon, these are two of my beautiful cousins, Lexi and Dillan.”

“Nice to meet you,” I offer and look around as the ladies talk, until I hear Dillan choke.

“Holy shit. You’re engaged to Maddox Beneventi?”

I turn slowly—because I swear to God if this woman is about to tell me she slept with him, I might use those pruning shears to cut her.

Damn. That went violent fast.

I purse my lips and smile. “I am, and Grace said this was the best place in town to come for flowers.”

“It is,” Grace adds. “Is Genevieve here?”

“I’ll be there in a second,” a woman calls out from the back room before popping out from behind the curtain. “Sorry. I’ve got a big event we’re prepping for tomorrow night.” She wipes her hands on her apron, then offers me her hand. “Hi, I’m Genevieve. What can I help you with?”

“Umm...” I look around at the roomful of women, and my anxiety races. “Well, I’m getting married in four weeks, and we need to order flowers.”

The beautiful brunette’s smile lights up the room. “Great. How about you have a seat over here and tell me about your vision.”

“Well, it’s four weeks from now, so I’m not sure how picky I can be,” I admit as I feel Lexi and Dillan’s eyes boring holes into my head.

“Okay, let’s start with your budget then,” Genevieve offers patiently.

“There’s no budget,” I tell her, not sure what I’m doing. This is awful.

“That’s not a problem. How small is no budget? I want to make sure I work within your range.” She jots something down on a notepad, then looks up at me, hesitant.

“Oh... that’s not what I meant. I meant money isn’t an issue. I don’t have a cap. It just needs to be over-the-top and beautiful.”

“Fit for royalty,” Gracie adds with a wink.

Genevieve clears her throat. “I can work with that. Do you have a color preference?”

I look at Grace and relax, confident for the first time all day. “Pinks, blues, and whites.”

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