But Logan doesn’t move. “Give me one minute. I already texted your dad that I’d speak with him today. He said not to rush.”
“Logan,” Gigi says softly. “Daddy leaves for Dallas tonight. You really need to go see him.”
Logan frowns. I glance at Ben, knowing how Logan hates being told what to do.
“You’re in the middle of our engagement party, remember?” Gigi giggles but doesn’t look happy.
The cameras are still flashing, but with that smile still on her face, no one would suspect anything was amiss. I guess a picture really can’t tell a thousand words, at least, not in the tabloids.
Gigi looks over at me like she just realized I was here.
“Macey, hi!” She climbs off Logan’s back and settles next to him. “I need to talk to you about my Darcy wedding. I don’t think Texas wildflowers are going to work in the bouquet. I’m sorry, but my mother really doesn’t want me carrying weeds.”
“Um…Ginny’s florist can probably give you some ideas.”
Gigi pauses to catch her breath. “Okay. I’ll speak with her. The other issue is The Cowherd. I’m worried about getting dirt on the train of my dress.”
I let out a cry of annoyance, but I cover enough so it sounds like I just needed air.
“I just don’t want to stain my gown when I’m up at the altar, especially with all the photographers. And who knows, maybe that silly jail cell door will open, and then I’ll have to run down the hall, and if those floors aren’t clean, well then, that would just be disastrous.”
“Disastrous,” Ben mutters.
Logan gives me a “please, go easy on her” look, so I simply nod.
“And what exactly does the Ms. Bennet bonnet look like?” Gigi says. “Is it stylish?”
I’ve had it with her judgment. “Gigi, it’s a white bonnet sewn in the fashion of Regency England. No, it’s not stylish by our standards. It isn’t that old, though. The original disintegrated, and my grandmother made the current one. She sewed it by hand, and the lettering is quite pretty, actually.”
Gigi just nods at me.
Ben and I stand up and walk away quickly.
“I don’t get what he sees in her,” Ben says. “It makes no sense.”
I wrinkle my nose as we grab paper plates and fill them with burgers and onion rings. “Don’t say that. It sounds judgmental.”
“Oh, like you’re not judging her?” Ben laughs. “You’ve hated her from the moment you laid eyes on her.”
“That is not true.”
“What is it then? You jealous?”
“Of course not,” I say, grabbing ketchup and mustard and relish and anything else I can get my hands on in that moment. “Don’t be silly.”
“How many times did you two sleep together?” he asks next.
“Why do people think that’s an appropriate question to ask someone?” I punch him lightly in the arm, and he laughs.
“I’m just saying you and Logan have quite a history. I always thought for sure you two would…”
“Don’t,” I beg him. “It just…”Hurts too much.
“Well, I heard something from George this afternoon. Something related to Gigi that may make you a little angry.”
“What more could there be? I just saw her, and she nearly threw me into a blind rage.”
“She’s entered the target contest at Hunt County Fair.”
