Page 31 of Just Say Yes
‘I need to find local suppliers for the flowers and the catering for a start, and the area’s not exactly swimming with choices from what I can see.’
‘There’s enough.’
‘And how would you know?’
‘Because, as much as I’m not a fan of weddings, I’ve heard about very little else from my best friend since this all began and even more after the first wedding planner upped and left, leaving me with a hysterical bride and panicking groom when they found out she hadn’t arranged anything at all. None of the catering, band, venue – nothing.’
‘She hadn’t done anything? That seems unusual.’
‘Unusual isn’t the word I’d use for her, but whatever.’
‘How did they find out?’
‘Peyton rang the venue to ask something when she couldn’t get hold of the planner one day. They had no booking for their wedding. Cue a bridal meltdown as Patrick rang more of the providers and got the same response.’
‘That’s awful!’
‘Yeah, it wasn’t great. The poor girl had her heart set on this country house in Dublin that goes all out for weddings.’
‘And, of course, they then had no availability.’
‘Not for the next two years.’
Our conversation was interrupted by Brighid bringing me my breakfast and a huge pot of tea.
‘Oh, wow! That looks incredible. Thank you so much!’
‘Ah, you’re more than welcome. I’ve brought a cup for you too, Lorcan. Did you want anything to eat?’
‘No, thanks, Brighid, I’m grand.’
‘I’ll leave you two to it, then. Enjoy.’
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‘Thank you,’ I called as she bustled off back towards the kitchen before turning wide eyes on Lorcan. ‘Oh my God, this is huge!’ I whispered, picking up my cutlery but not knowing where to start. Thankfully there was no black pudding, but there were fried eggs, bacon done just to the perfect point of crispiness, sausages, beans, fried bread, mushrooms, fried tomatoes and a couple of things I wasn’t sure of.
‘Is this some sort of pancake?’
‘Potato farl. Delicious.’
‘And this?’
‘White pudding.’
‘White pudding?’
‘Yeah. Like black pudding but better for the more squeamish amongst us. No blood.’
I looked back down at my plate.
‘Try it.’
I remained unconvinced. ‘Maybe in a bit. How on earth am I going to eat all this?’
‘I can give you a hand with this,’ he said, reaching over and swiping a piece of fried bread. I bit into the other piece so he couldn’t nick that one. It tasted heavenly.
‘Oh God,’ I said, my hand over my full mouth.
