Page 31 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

I rushed into the reception room where Jen appeared as her brother had described. She was rushing around the room with the fabrics we had chosen—the sample fabrics since the new ones hadn't come in yet—wrapping it around one chair and then another.

She turned to me. “I just can't picture it yet, Clara.”

“I rush-ordered those fabrics, so we should be getting them by the end of the day.”

“But what if we don't?”

I held up her coffee. She dropped the fabric she was holding and accepted the coffee, immediately raising it to her lips. She hummed after taking a sip, exhaling what seemed to be the rest of her manic energy.

She smiled. “Ah, that hits the spot.”

“Did you not have any coffee yet?”

“Nope, I came right here.”

“Well, next time, grab coffee.”

She laughed. “Yeah, it certainly helps.”

“So, what are you trying to figure out?”

She turned and pointed to everything in sight. “The setup of the tables and the chairs—it feels crowded, doesn't it? I don't want everyone to be stepping on each other all night.”

“So, my favorite part about this venue is they usually have their floor plans available so you can see where everything is going to go. Where are the guys who brought it all in?”

“I think they're in the office.”

“Okay, I can go round them up and we can move things around. That way, you can get a better idea of how it's going to look instead of cluttered like this.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I figured they just moved it in here for us to play with.”

“They probably did. I'll go find them and we can get moving on the setup.”

“Thanks, Clara.”

I smiled. “Of course. Keep drinking that coffee and fuel up. We're going to need it.”

I winked at her before walking tall toward the doors at the other end of the reception room. It was a nice place, spacious and cozy. The windows on either side allowed a great deal of light into the room. I could already imagine the purple curtains hanging from them, billowing around the windows and giving the room a much cooler feeling.

I wandered through a set of double doors and peeked my head into the main office. I noticed a woman behind the desk. I smiled as I approached and leaned against the counter.

“Good morning! I'm the designer for Miss Milford today. Would you mind sending us a few guys to help move around the tables in the reception room?”

The secretary smiled. “Of course! I'll call them right away.”

“Thank you!”

I headed back to the reception room. The hallways of the Grand Hall Center were absolutely lovely. The carpets were lush and delightful, full of vines and cherubs that expanded all the way down the hallway. I smiled as I studied them.

But my smile quickly fled from my face when I remembered what Levon had said.

I'll let Jen tell you. It's her wedding.

I shook away the memory and followed the wonderful dancing cherubs to the double doors. I pushed through them, alerting Jen that I had returned. She was standing in the center of the room in the middle of what appeared to be a dance floor. She spun around slowly, squinting at the floor.

“Are you practicing?” I teased.

She giggled. “Sort of. I still can't believe this place will be filled with people soon, you know?”

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