“Everyone in this town has it out for me!” Kenzie shrieks.
I wince and cover my ears. “She’s about to reach pitches only dogs can hear, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she breaks glass in the process. Ouch.”
“Kenzie—”
“They all love Harper and hate me! This town is sabotaging me! They want my wedding to be a disaster, and it’s working. I bet you and your staff are laughing about this behind my back when I leave,” Kenzie shouts.
A crowd begins to gather, and I inch toward the back to avoid the gossip. This is all her.
“Maybe it’s a mistake. Was there another order that was supposed to be canceled?” Aunt Dorothy suggests.
Martha shakes her head. “Kenzie insisted on a password for her account to limit changes, and it was used. I took the call myself and noted the password on the canceled order. That’s the only way we would have accepted it.”
“Okay, can we place the order now? We’ll pay for expedited shipping.” Of course, Aunt Dorothy will step in. Everything will be fixed.
“I’m sorry, but not for the flowers she wants. I told her when she ordered them that we need at least a two-week lead timesince they’re out of season. I was surprised when she called to cancel.”
“I did not cancel!” Kenzie screams, stomping her foot and clenching her fists at her sides.
This is better than I could have imagined, and if it wouldn’t look suspicious, I’d record this to send to Alex.
“What are our options?” Auntie asks.
“Well, if you want the flowers, you’ll have to push the wedding back.”
“Not. Gonna. Happen,” Kenzie growls.
“Then you’ll have to accept substitutions.”
She shakes her head vigorously. “I don’t want substitutions. I want the flowers I ordered and didn’t cancel.”
“But you did cancel, and we can’t get them in time.”
“Kenzie, it sounds like we don’t have many options, so let’s go with the substitutions. No one will know the difference,” Auntie says.
Her lip quivers, and most people would mistake it for tears. Kenzie rarely cries. No, this is an anger quiver—the telltale sign she’s about to lose it.
“But I will! This is my wedding day! I want it to be perfect.”
“You know, Harper would have been understanding. She would have said the day is about marrying the love of her life, not the flowers,” I chime in, fully aware that I’m stirring the pot.
Sure enough, I receive a glare from Kenzie, but it works. “Fine. The substitutions will be just fine. The wedding isn’t about the flowers, right?”
“That’s exactly right,” Aunt Dorothy agrees. “I’ll catch up to you guys. I need to hit the bathroom—too much hot cocoa,” I say. Kenzie barely glances at me, and Aunt Dorothy is too buzzed to notice. I rush into the bathroom and call Alex.
“Hey—”
“You’re a genius!”
“I know this. But why?”
I lower my voice, ensuring no one else is around. “Canceling the flowers.”
“Oh! I forgot. How’d that go?”
“Total meltdown. Not just in front of your mom; Betsy Johnson was there too. This is definitely going to circulate and label Kenzie a Bridezilla.”
Alex groans. “Man! I wish I hadn’t missed it. Sounds amazing.”
