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“Thank you.”

He waved his hand through the air. “Don’t make me cry. I’ll ruin my glitter.”

I laughed. “So what do we need to do first?”

He groaned. “I thought I was going to be partying tonight, not planning the quickest wedding turnaround in the history of my business. God, just pick a date.” He tossed Matt his phone. “You know I’ll always put you first. Whatever actress or singer you’re stealing me away from can deal with my assistant. You’re my A-team.”

Matt and I stared at Justin’s crazy calendar.

When I thought of November, I thought of playing football in the backyard with Miller and Jacob, our feet crunching in the grass. I closed my eyes. And I also thought about Matt. I thought about Thanksgiving. And the Friday after that I lost everything.

“I have an idea,” Matt said. “And there isn’t even a famous couple we’ll be stealing you away from. At least, I don’t recognize those names.”

I peered at the date Matt was pointing at. Friday the 25th. The day after Thanksgiving. I stared up at him.

“The worst day of my life,” he said. “I think we need a new memory for that day.”

I smiled. “I love that idea.” The 25th also reminded me of Christmas. And we’d originally planned a Christmas wedding.

“Yeah?” Matt asked.

“Yassssss!” Justin screamed. “Fuck the Livingstons! I hate that bridezilla bitch anyway.”

Wow. Okay.

“I was hoping you’d choose the Livingstons wedding day! This is amazing! She wanted to dress in all black for Black Friday and her dress was hideous. I never thought I’d hate someone who loved shopping so much.”

I laughed. “So we can make it work?”

“All hands on deck, honey. But yes, we can make it work.”

“And I can help,” Nigel said.

Justin screamed at the top of his lungs when Nigel walked up to us.

“Who are you and where did you come from?” Justin said as he caught himself from falling off his stool.

I would have wondered where he’d come from too. But Nigel was always very quiet when he came through his door.

“I’m Nigel,” Nigel said.

Justin just kept staring at him.

“And I’m their houseboy.”

“Oh.” Justin turned toward Matt. “You have a houseboy? Interesting.”

“He is not our houseboy,” Matt said firmly.

“I am,” Nigel said. “They just don’t know it. And I am at your service, Mr. Belle. It sounds like you’re going to need me.”

“I have a whole team,” Justin said. “But I will let you know if we need anything.”

“Well, where is the venue?” Nigel asked.

Justin opened his mouth and closed it again.

“I think it’s probably where they wanted their first wedding to be,” Nigel said. “And I booked it ten minutes ago. What’s next?”

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