I swallow.
She smiles a little wider. “Good. The sooner I find you a match, the sooner our paths will diverge.”
She straightens her shoulders.
Fuck.
6
Manicure and a Fun Idea
Sloane
Two weeks earlier.
“NO!”
“No to what?” I switch hands while Cinzia applies the second coat of polish.
I wedge my cell phone between my shoulder and ear.
Ah. Lina and her perfect timing.
“Your wedding planner called me for an event about angels or some bullshit like that. She rattled off a thousand praises about me being the best event organizer, blah blah blah. But no.”
Ugh. Once Lina starts, there’s no stopping her.
I put my other hand under the UV lamp.
“You’re the events reference for The Snowed Inn. Do I need to remind you that we have a partnership?”
I try to sound serious.
In truth, this isn't exactly a wedding from our matchmaking service. It’s more of a future failure. But I owe Dominic Voss a favor, so we're organizing this bachelor party… and also a goodbye-to-marriage party.
Shhh, don't tell anyone.
No, I don't feel guilty. I'm a professional matchmaker, and I believe in eternal love, not love as a business. And I have no intention of letting Audrey marry an asshole.
“I am a chef, Sloane. A CHEF,” her voice rises an octave as she emphasizes CHEF.
Yes, Lina, how could I forget you're a chef?
A formidable one, too. I’d eat her food for free until I dropped.
But I decide to have a little fun.
“I was under the impression you’ve been doing catering and entertainment lately.” I chuckle to myself.
I still need to figure out what Lina is hiding and why she's been so mysterious lately. I think she’s been keeping a secret since her trip last month.
“Yes, of course. I’m also an event entertainer when needed. But mostly for kids' stuff, or a little adult entertainment at most. But CATEGORICALLY NO, I will not be your Victoria’s Secret angel.”
I giggle to myself. I can't believe Sienna actually contacted her for this. I told my favorite Wedding Planner, my cousin—yes, love is a family obsession—that Lina would never accept.
And yet, the part of me that hoped to get her out of her shell is disappointed.
I giggle even harder imagining her at that bachelor party.
