Page 2 of Kissing for Keeps
“You’ll do no such thing, young lady. I’ll be there in time to go to the market.”
“Siena…”
“Too late! New flight is already booked.” It’s not. But it will be as soon as the options load. “I’ll forward you the details when I get the confirmation email.”
She sighs, looking me in the eye. “Are you absolutely positive?”
“As positive as an unwelcome pregnancy test.”
Her laugh makes me miss her even more. “How are you a perfect best friendandmaid of honor?”
“More like Friendzilla. Butsomeonehas to step into the zilla role, and that’s clearly not something you’re capable of.”
“Yeah right! I’m worse than Bridezilla—I’m your garden-variety scatterbrained bride. I love your spreadsheet and your organization. You are single-handedly keeping our world spinning.”
Rémy’s head pops into the frame. “It’s true. We’re relying on that sheet to run our lives, so thank you.”
I smile at those beautiful faces. I would do anything for these two, including taking on the role of both maid of honor and best man, apparently. Madi and Rémy are meant for each other, and they deserve the best wedding, especially after all the headaches they’ve had dealing with Madi’s visa and citizenship process.
“I will make you two adorable lovers as many spreadsheets as you want.” I’m just thrilled to be planningtheirwedding. If things had gone differently, I might have been trying to paste on a smile for Madi and her ex-boyfriend Josh.
Gag.
“If you’re sure you’re okay coming early,” Madi says, “we already have a room booked for André—”
“She knows, love.” Rémy holds up his phone. It has my trusty spreadsheet displayed, including the details for the room at the chateau.
I smile benevolently upon him. “Ten points to Gryffindor. Or Beauxbatons, I guess.”
“You’re such a brown-noser.” Madi kisses Rémy on the cheek.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to stay for that long?” I ask. Not that I’m trying to dissuade anybody from letting me stay at a chateau for more than two weeks. But I’m going there to work, not play princess.
“Positive,” Madi says. “It’s a huge place, and we’re paying them good money to host the wedding festivities, so giving us a discount on one of their many rooms isn’ta big deal. It’ll make it so much easier for us to get everything in order as the date gets closer. I’m more worried about you getting there from Paris.”
I wave away her concerns with a hand. “Pssht. I’ll be totally fine.”
“I know you’re a capable woman and a seasoned traveler, Siena, but it’s a lot of stuff you’ll be bringing. And it’s a long drive.”
“Rémy,” I say, “will you please show the client cell C34?” I clasp my hands together so they can see them. “What color is the cell, Ms. Allred?”
“Red,” Madi says, reluctantly playing along with me.
“Which means it’s not something for you to worry about. Now please mind your own business.”
“All of it’s my business, Siena. It’smywedding.”
“I’m not going to argue semantics with you right now. Or ever. Mostly because I don’t understand what semantics are. But that’s beside the point. I’ll be completely fine. You know I love a good challenge.”
“Fine. But you better text me if it gets closer, and you realize it’s going to be harder than you thought.”
“Sure thing, jellybean.” Definitely not doing that. I’ll pay a sketchy stranger to help me before asking Madi to rearrange her chaotic schedule.
“Make sure to keep the luggage receipts so we can reimburse you for the extra costs, too,” she says.
I send her a look. “Already on it, as you’ll see in the finances tab of the spreadsheet.”
Rémy’s phone pops into view again, and Madi laughs. “Right. I should have known.”
