Page 10 of Just Say Yes
‘To be honest, I doubt I’ll be eating any of it anyway. I mean, we’re going on honeymoon straight after so I still want to be looking my best, you know?’
I smiled over at Peyton and what looked like, to me, an already perfect figure, but I knew from previous history that if a bride, or a groom, wanted to diet before their wedding, then that was their prerogative. But I had to agree with Lorcan, that it did seem like a waste of a good cake opportunity.
‘And we’re not doing that smooshing of cake into each other’s faces, either.’ Peyton attempted another frown. ‘I’ve never understood that. I mean, you go to all this effort to look amazing – hair, make-up, et cetera – then you ruin it all by smashing cake into each other’s faces. I just don’t get it.’ She looked around at us with a horrified expression and we all nodded.
To be fair, I had to agree with her. I’d had brides pay thousands for top make-up and hair artists to create their perfect look only for it to be slathered a few hours later with cake and icing.
‘So, OK, it’s just me and Lorcan tasting?’
‘Yes, does that work?’
‘Of course. Just let me know where and when. It’s good of them to come over here with the samples. That speaks well to their commitment to the event. Always a plus point.’
Suddenly the table fell silent and the others exchanged awkward glances with each other before focusing back on me.
‘What have I missed?’ I asked, feeling heat creep into my cheeks as I checked my notes, flipping pages back and forth. Peyton reached across for my hand. ‘No, I’m so sorry. I think it was something we missed. Or, rather, forgot to tell you.’
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‘OK.’ I smiled. How bad could it be? I’d dealt with plenty of crises in my time as a planner and whatever this was, I would fix it too.
‘As you said, the supplier is local to the wedding. In the village that’s adjacent to the castle, in fact.’
So far, so convenient.
‘But they’re not coming here for the tasting. We’re going there. Or at least that was the original plan. Now you and Lorcan are going there.’
I stared at her for a moment while my voice refreshed its memory about how to form words. ‘Going there.’
‘Yes.’
‘To Ireland?’
‘Yes.’
‘Next week.’
‘Yes. That’s OK, isn’t it?’
The drip drip drip of my roof played in my brain. ‘Yes, of course. Absolutely.’
‘Wonderful!’ Peyton gave a small, excited clap. ‘Perfect. And Lorcan can show you around the castle too while you’re there so you can see the layout and go over the plans we’ve made from the photographs. It’ll be great that you see it in person this soon, and I’m sure it will make it so much easier for you too.’
I realised I was still nodding like the head of a dashboard ornament someone had just flicked.
‘Yes, yes. Good idea. Great.’
I turned to Lorcan. There was a bloody great grin on his face and this time it wasn’t understanding I saw in those blue eyes. It was, unmistakeably, amusement.
‘And don’t you go breaking the hearts of any of Maddie’s suppliers,’ Peyton said, wagging her finger at Lorcan.
‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’
‘I mean it!’
Lorcan drew a cross on his chest with his index finger. ‘I promise.’
Peyton reached over and squeezed his hand. ‘Thank you,’ she said, before turning to me. ‘There’s a trail of broken hearts behind this one.’
