“It was great, but only because Minnie saved the fucking day, yet again, while Stephanie did nothing.”
“What?” I look at Amelia, but she just shrugs.
“Don’t do that, don’t you dare act like it wasn’t a big deal,” Lizzie almost growls at Amelia, then sighs as she turns to me. “Minnie asked Stephanie, like the first day she was here, if everything was taken care of, and Steph promised us both that it was, but really, she did nothing. She didn’t even have to reserve the room for the date and time because the entire place was already reserved, so her job was easy, but she didn’t do it. Minnie drove out here yesterday between Powell’s and the bachelorette party—which she also had to plan—to put up decorations that she ordered herself as a backup plan, set up some games, and order food for the party. I’m so pissed at Stephanie, and I’m glad Min and I took care of everything else, like making sure there was food out here for after the scheduled events!”
“Breathe, Bean,” Amelia says.
Lizzie takes a deep breath. “Sorry, I just can’t believe we would have walked into that room with literally nothing if you hadn’t texted her yesterday asking if she needed help decorating.” She pushes back from the table. “I’m going to go find her and go a little bridezilla on her since she disappeared halfway through the spa day. And find my fiancé, since he didn’t bother to come in here after finishing his golf game.”
“Why did she let Tiffany talk her into making Stephanie her maid of honor instead of you?” I ask Amelia after Lizzie storms away.
“She’s always been looking for Tiffany’s approval, even if itends up hurting her.” She glances down at her plate and then up at me somewhat shyly. “I have no idea how much the food I ordered for the bridal shower added to the total cost, Alex. I should have asked you first instead of just doing it.”
“Amelia, please don’t think for a second that you did anything wrong. You did exactly what you should have done. I’m going to guess the food won’t even compare to the cost of the damage Calvin and his idiot friends caused racing their golf carts.”
Her eyes go wide and she shakes her head. “Jesus. Between Tiffany, Stephanie, Calvin, and anyone those three invited, I’m feeling too damn stabby,” she mutters before standing. “I have a few things to check on before the rehearsal dinner.”
She hurries away but stops at my parents’ table when my mom calls out to her.
Tiffany drops into Amelia’s vacated chair and runs her finger down my arm. “We have a couple of hours of free time, Zander. We should…catch up.” She raises an eyebrow suggestively and bites her lip.
I see Amelia’s gaze on Tiffany’s hand, which I remove from my arm.
“That’s the last thing I’d like to do.” I push my chair away from the table and leave the room.
Chapter 34
Called out
Amelia
As much as I love Bean, I think I might hate weddings. While the bridal shower was fun and the spa day was nice, I’m not at all relaxed. The groom and his stupid friends, the maid of honor, and the mother of the bride are all pissing me off. There’s still a lot to do tonight and tomorrow, even before the actual wedding.
And then there’s Alex.
Every time a man hit on me last night, I compared him to Alex. I’m still upset with the man, but I can’t help but want him.
After watching him peel Tiffany’s hand off him like it burns his skin, I tell Johnny and Ester that I’ll see them later and head out of the room. With everything else going on, my brain glossed over the fact that two of my favorite people are Alex’s parents. Ester is such a sweet woman, and Johnny is wrapped around her finger. He’s not at all mad about it, either.
I run up to my room to get my laptop, then grab cookies and a mimosa from the luncheon before finding a comfy chair in one of the many, many seating areas in the hotel. This one is more hidden than most, which is perfect because I need some space and time to myself. Everything about this week has been draining.
Pulling up my favorite music app, I let myself get lost for a while.
“Oh, cookies!”
I chuckle as Bean drops into the chair across from me and snags one off the plate.
“What are you working on?” She points at my laptop with the cookie.
“The list of songs you want to play at the reception,” I reply. She takes a bite while giving me a strange look. I cock my eyebrow at her. “What?”
“I thought Stephanie did that weeks ago.”
“So did I, but I ran into the DJ earlier and apparently all she sent him was an email that said ‘No instrumental crap’.”
“What the fuck?” Bean asks, scowling. “I love instrumental music!”
“I know. I gave him a general idea of what you like, but once I started making a list… Well, let’s just say I’m putting my obsession to good use.” I tilt my head in thought as I look at my screen. “Is it inappropriate to playMove Bitchat a wedding reception?”
