Page 36 of The Wedding Run
“That’s my job. How’s the planning and strategizing?”
“Libby’s amazing! She’s helping me organize things.”
“It takes practice,” I say. “And lots of lists. Besides, you already figured out what you want and who you want to hire.”
“I’m so nervous,” she says. “What if the minister doesn’t show up?” Her eyes go wide. “The minister! Taylor’s cousin was planning to get ordained online or something like that. But I don’t know if he did.”
“Happens all the time,” I say in my calmest voice. “Do you have his phone number?”
“Let me look.” She scrolls through her contacts on her phone. “Here it is.”
I copy the number into my lists. “I’ll call him. Now, relax. Get a massage. Let me handle the rest. As my dad always says, ‘trust the plan.’ It’s all right here.” I place my hand over the receipts and scribbled notes. “And this dress.” I pull out an advertisement for a designer. “It’s going to look beautiful on you.”
Andrea smacks her forehead. “I was supposed to pick it up in Nickel Mine today.”
“At Cindy’s shop?” Luke asks.
“Sew and Sew.” Andrea nods. “I can pick it up tomorrow… No, I can’t. Taylor’s parents are coming in. Or is that tomorrow night?” She looks at her Day Planner, which resembles her wedding planner. “I can’t remember!”
“We’ll take care of it,” Luke volunteers.
My gaze slams into his, at first questioning but then agreeing. “Sure. No problem at all.”
“Thank you.” Andrea places a hand over mine. “Is this the craziest place you’ve planned a wedding?”
“I planned one at a waterfall and another in a hot air balloon. Then there was the puppet museum. That was creepy with Muppets in the background. At the aquarium, you can have a shark peering down at you for your wedding photo.”
“Duh-dum.” Luke starts the John Williams classic. “Duh-dum.”
“I’m glad Taylor isn’t hearing this. He lovesJaws.”
“I could make a drink just for Taylor,” Luke suggests. “How about… You’re Gonna Need a Bigger Cup?”
We share a laugh.
“You’re brilliant, Luke.” Andrea hugs him.
To shift my attention away from Luke, I say, “The funniest wedding venue was at an axe-throwing place.”
“Did the groom survive?” Luke jokes.
“He lived to tell the tale! That’s what I love about weddings.”
“Open blades?” he asks.
Smiling at his joke, I shake my head. “How they reflect the couple’s love and interests. Each one is unique. From the location to the colors to the flowers and choice of music?—”
“Music!” Andrea cries.
"Reception or service?" I ask.
"Both."
“I know a DJ,” Luke says.
“Give me his number.” I pat Andrea’s hand. “See! All it takes is teamwork.”
“And trusting the plan,” Luke adds with a wink, his gaze lingering on mine.
