Page 69 of You, Me, and Forever

“I was just saying that I thought everyone would be looking at Tracy, so we should not be cutting Bethany from the wedding party. And no one will be looking at her bun when your beautiful bride walks down the aisle, because all eyes will be on the bride.”

He nodded quickly. “I agree. And you have been best friends with her since kindergarten.”

“Fine. She can be my maid of honor. But I want to talk about the table seating plan that we had.”

She spent the next forty minutes changing the seating chart, because she now wanted all of her ex-boyfriends to be seated at one table.

So they could share stories about what a loss it was for them that they didn’t marry her.

Her words, not mine.

I couldn’t make this shit up.

I agreed to the changes, and hoped this meeting would end now.

“Okay. We’re good. You’ll need to fix things with Bethany, though. I told her that she was out of the wedding party last night.” She pushed to her feet. “She’s working at the Brown Bear Diner today if you want to go over and let her know she’s back in the wedding. I’ve got too much to deal with today to take that on.”

Sure. Let me go patch things up with your best friend because you’re a complete asshole.

“Yep. I’ve got it. I’ll take care of it.”

“Okay, we need to go. I’m getting a hot oil treatment on my hair today. Wedding prep has started.” She pulled the door open and then snapped her fingers when she realized Bryan was still sitting and staring at his phone.

He jumped to his feet like a trained puppy and followed her out the door.

Violet had just come out from her office as we walked out, and she raised a brow as she took me in. “Everything good?”

“Yes. Everything is great. Montana has some drama to clean up, but she’s great at that, right?” Tracy chuckled, and Violet’s face hardened. She had never been good at hiding her feelings with her facial expressions.

“She’s the best. You’re lucky to have her planning this wedding for you,” Violet said before clearing her throat.

“Yes. I’m gladyou allwork for us. It gives me peace of mind knowing you will take care of everything. Because it’s all about the bride in your business, right?”

I ushered her to the door and forced a smile. “Yes. Have a great hot oil treatment. I’ll text you after I speak to Bethany.”

Bryan gave me an apologetic look, and I forced a smile, even though he’d been very little help today.

And he was the damn groom.

Once the door closed, I turned around to see Violet and Blakely waiting for an update. I filled them in on the table seating and Bethany’s haircut.

“Um, I had breakfast at the Brown Bear Diner this morning, and Bethany looks exactly the same. Her hair looked just as long,” Blakely said over her laughter. “How is she even friends with Tracy? Bethany is so nice.”

“Well, let’s hope she’s nice when I go there to convince her to continue as maid of honor after this whole mess. Otherwise, one of you will be her stand-in at the wedding, because apparently my hair would not make a perfect wedding day bun for Tracy either.”

“This girl is out of her spray-tanned, bleach-blond, self-centered mind,” Violet said. “And having a table with her ex-boyfriends—who, by the way, are not allowed to bring their plus-ones? I mean, this is reality TV type of drama. And for the record, you couldn’t pay me to stand up in her wedding. I’d happily shave all my hair off before I’d tolerate her bullshit. But I wouldn’t mind a seat at the ex-boyfriend table! I could get all the dirt on her.”

Blakely laughed. “Yeah. I’m guessing that will be the best table at the party.”

I sighed and tugged my purse up on my shoulder. “All right, I’ll be back soon.”

“Where are you off to?” Violet asked. “Are you going to stare at the hot billionaire who you claim you aren’t dating again?”

“I’m going to the Brown Bear Diner to try to patch things up with Bethany. I have no intention of seeing the hot billionaire.” I smirked before pulling the door open.

My phone vibrated when I stepped outside, and I glanced down to see a message from Myles.

Moneybags: Hey. I’m hungry. You want to grab lunch?

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