‘Contract?’
‘Yes, it was sent out to us after Jenny rang us to say we were the lucky winners.’
Libby took the contract from Miranda and scanned it. It outlined the day and the date of marriage, the venue, how many guests were included and all the things that Flynn was willing to organise and pay for.
‘Excellent,’ she said, slipping it into the empty file. ‘Now let’s get our diaries co-ordinated.’
Once they’d got everything scheduled Libby handed over a note card with all her contact details. ‘If there is anything else you think of before our next meeting, here’s my card. My number is on there and please don’t hesitate to ask any questions. Is there anything you’d like to add?’ she asked as she turned towards Guy.
‘I think you’ve covered everything but it would be great if I could film you shaking hands with Libby. And then if you could walk down the path hand in hand as you leave that would be perfect.’
Everyone was all smiles as Libby shook their hands and after Miranda put on her coat, she and David headed down the path. As soon as Guy stopped filming, he walked back into the studio to find Libby pouring the rest of the fizz into two large glasses. She handed one to him and they stared at each other for a moment before they both burst out laughing.
‘I’m not sure why I’m laughing,’ Libby admitted, gulping down a huge mouthful of fizz. ‘Because when I tell Flynn all about this, I can already see his face. He’s not going to be happy. He wants the classic romantic fairytale winter wedding.’
‘It honestly sounded more like a funeral than a wedding.’ Guy shook his head in disbelief. ‘Black and colourless. It’s not often I am lost for words but I don’t know what to say except it’s a good job you’re creative. Let me show you your face when Miranda declared the wedding was going to be all black. Hold this.’ Guy passed his drink to Libby. After he pressed a few buttons on the camera he turned it towards her so she could see the screen.
She watched the video play out. As soon as Miranda said the word ‘black’, the smile slid from Libby’s face. She looked horrified. ‘I didn’t hide what I was thinking very well, did I?’
Guy was still grinning.
‘Who in their right mind wants a black wedding? With a black cake and flowers too.
You’re right, it sounds more like a funeral.’
‘Maybe she’s going to walk down the aisle to the song “Another One Bites the Dust”,’ added Guy, laughing.
‘Don’t! It’s not funny! What am I going to do? I’m not sure Flynn will be happy with this.’
‘You’re going to have to give them what they want. After all, they won the competition.’
‘Buthowdid they win the competition? I don’t even have the application form. How is a wedding in black and a couple of such height difference—’
‘You can’t be heightist, if they love each other…’
‘I know and I don’t mean to be, but I know what my brother was thinking when he launched this competition. Black with no shimmers… It’s going to be a wedding to remember, but not in the way Flynn was likely hoping.’
‘And here was me thinking this was going to be the worst job that I’ve had this year. Now I can’t wait to see how this one is going to pan out.’
Libby rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink. ‘We need to go and tell Flynn.’
‘We?’ queried Guy.
‘Yes,we! Remember, we’re in this together. We made a deal. Don’t let me down now.’
Guy grinned.
‘Please,’ Libby quickly added. ‘I need back-up.’
He clinked his glass against hers. ‘Even though I think you’re more than capable of going by yourself, I wouldn’t miss Flynn’s reaction for the world. There’s no time like the present.’
ChapterSeven
Libby knocked on Flynn’s office door and waited.
‘Come in,’ he shouted.
Guy did the gentlemanly thing and held the door open. ‘After you,’ he said, giving Libby a look of reassurance, knowing what she was about to reveal.
