“There are so many options,” Dominique said. “Who knew Park City was such a destination wedding spot?”
Cindy knew. She kept her chin up and gestured for them all to come inside. “My sister and co-owner has warm pastries and drinks for you. Cocoa or tea or?—”
Dominique snorted. “You can’t see it, but under this coat is a body that never ate a warm pastry. Just take me to the venue and let’s get to work.”
“I’ll take one,” Parker called out as he planted a stabilizer in the snow. “Pastry sounds dope.”
Breezing by her, Dominique stepped up to the porch, flicking her fingers toward the adorable wooden snowman with a scarf MJ had knitted herself.
“Love that. A total cheesefest, but it could sell.”
A…cheesefest?
Cindy shook off the insult and led them through the lodge to show them around.
Dominique whipped around the first floor during a tour she obviously didn’t want to take. She managed a cursory wave to MJ, who stood at the ready with her scones and tea like the Queen herself had arrived.
“It’s quaint,” she announced when Cindy breathlessly finished.
Somehow “quaint” didn’t sound complimentary.
“You haven’t seen the property,” Cindy said. “We have six cabins on twenty-five?—”
“Where’s the Starling Room?” Dominique demanded, whipping out of her coat and throwing it across a sofa.
“I was saving that for last.”
“Don’t save, Cindy,” she said, giving a wrinkle-free frown that screamed of Botox. “Show. Stat. Come on, Sloane. I need your opinion.”
Cindy nodded and led the way, leaving Parker with the pastries.
She opened the double doors with her breath caught in her chest, suddenly weak with how much she wanted to beat the competition.
Yes, this was stressful, but being featured by Aisle Files would fill up her venue faster, better, and more effectively than a year of brutally expensive advertising.
So this was cheaper and more efficient, but…
Two other venues?
She bit back a groan and tried to see the Starling Room through Dominique’s oh-so-critical eye.
It was glorious! No one could call itquaint. Nicole had sprayed some sweet perfume to mimic flowers and Jack had put soft music on the speakers.
The glass walls framed the mountains like art, making the light wood floor gleam. They’d set up the chairs, had the flower stands in place, and all the drapes were open.
Dominique didn’t even glance in the general direction of the spectacular view. Instead, she marched up the center aisle and stared at…oh, dear. The trellis.
Dominique’s heels clicked once, twice, then stopped. “Cindy.” She sounded like a disappointed parent. “I thought we talked about this.”
Ready for it, Cindy squared her shoulders. “It’s staying for my wedding. If others don’t?—”
“I’m not featuring any others, Cindy,” she said sharply. “It’s the wedding we are here to cover—maybe here to cover—that matters to me. This is anabominationand it will have to go.”
“But my fiancé?—”
“Sloane? Thoughts?”
Yanked from her phone, the young woman blinked at the arch.
