Page 4 of Dear Wedding Planner
Mackenzie honks the horn, breaking me out of my spell.
"I'll see you around," I say and give her a half-wave. I'm not looking where I'm walking and nearly knock over the bride and groom mannequins standing near the door.
Veronica tries to hold back her chuckle. “Yeah, okay. Bye.”
It pains me to leave her and not say to her everything I’ve compiled in my head if I ever had this moment again. Life doesn’t often give you a second chance with the one person for you feel got away. I was a dumb kid back then, thinking I had all the time in the world to tell Veronica how I felt, but when I finally got the guts to tell her, I found out that she had left early for college. I missed my opportunity. I won’t let that happen again.
VERONICA
Miles Jameson grew up. I can still remember the cute boy who was my lab partner senior year. I remember thinking that he might have liked me back then, but nothing ever came of it. He never made a move, so I figured it was all in my head.
“So, what is the story there?” Tabitha asks when the door closes behind Miles.
“I told you, Mac—”
“No.” She holds up her hand to stop me. “I’m talking about the sex eyes that guy was giving you.”
“What?” I ask my voice squeaking, both in surprise and hopefulness.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice how he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”
“That’s because I was doing most of the talking about what our services provide.”
“Oh, I’m sure that was it.” Tabitha laughs. “I’ve seen grooms zone out when talk about the wedding starts going down. And you expect me to think that a brother of the groom is interested in what we have to say. He was interested in what is under your sweater.”
I tug closed the cardigan sweater I’m wearing. “I don’t know what you saw, but you’re wrong.”
“Famous last words.” Tabitha smiles. “But I think that we will be planning your wedding next.”
"Let's just focus on the actual wedding we have to plan,” I tell her. “I’m going to need to get started on putting together a list of possible vendors based on the parameters Mackenzie has laid out.”
I hand her the notes I took during the meeting.
Mackenzie acted like she didn’t remember any of our history together. I guess when you are the bully, it’s a lot easier to forget what happened. But Tabitha was right. I’m a professional woman. I’m not about to let something that happened to me in the past dictate my success in my present.
“I’m going to put together the contract and get that sent over to her so that we can get started as soon as possible. The date she chose for the wedding is only a year away, and we have a lot to do."
“Do you think that this job will be enough to save us?” Tabitha asks.
“Based on the budget she was discussing, I hope so.”
