“Yes, Ivy,” Imogen stated when she saw me. “I need everyone to be on Team Imogen. We have three weeks until the wedding. We cannot afford any mistakes.” She looked pointedly at Mika, who was unhappily pouring drinks for everyone.
“I’ve been taking another stab at the seating arrangements,” I said while Mika passed out drinks.
My eyes kept glancing to Evan though. He sat handsomely on a stool, legs half-akimbo. My eyes flicked down to the bulge visible under the stretch of his suit at his crotch. He noticed me looking, and his mouth quirked slightly.
Camilla must have known something was up, because she immediately went around the table to stand close to Evan.
I cleared my throat and pointed to the table arrangements. “The venue is in a beautiful historic art deco building,” I reminded everyone, pulling up the pictures on my tablet. “The bridal party table would be better off to the side of the room. I know originally we were thinking it would be against this wall of windows, but I don’t think we have enough members in the wedding party to fill out a long table. If you have a short one there, it’s going to feel awkward.”
Imogen’s nostrils flared. “And whose fault is it that I don’t have enough bridesmaids?”
“Maybe if you didn’t fire all of them,” Evan said, looking up at the ceiling.
“Evan, be nice,” his stepmother chastised. “It wasn’t Immie’s fault.”
“Weddings really do show you who your true friends are,” my mother said, patting Imogen on the hand. “Honestly, that girl Kaitlyn couldn’t put off her pregnancy for five months so that she could be there for you on your big day after you were there for hers? It’s shameful.”
“I know!” Imogen wailed. “She’s trying to ruin my wedding!”
“All eight of your bridesmaids who quit were not trying to ruin your wedding,” Evan scoffed.
“Yes they were! Ann refused to grow her hair out; she said she wanted to keep her pixie cut and didn’t want to get extensions. Jenny gained all that weight and didn’t like the bridesmaid dress. She refused to wear it. Good riddance to her. I didn’t push her out. Mika’s bigger than her anyway, and Mika’s still in the wedding party.”
Mika’s shoulders sagged.
“If you can find more bridesmaids, we can move the table,” I told her. “Otherwise, I think we should keep it against this wall.”
Imogen pouted.
“I have Teddy’s family and friends over here and your family and friends grouped together. Usually, people treat weddings as big family reunions and like to be with their tribe, so to speak.”
“Fitting, since they’re all wearing kilts,” Evan remarked.
“Oh, stop it, Evan!” Camilla said playfully, patting him lightly on the chest.
I hated seeing her pawing at him.
What do you care? You don’t even like him. You two had sex. It’s not like you’re in a committed relationship.
“I want the good-looking family members up front and all the crazies and the old people against the wall,” Imogen said, inspecting the chart. “That means Teddy’s family all needs to be against this wall. My family can be near the windows.”
“We’re going to set the cake and dessert table against that wall,” I reminded her.
“Put it in the middle of the room,” she retorted.
“It’s a ten-foot-high cake,” I said through gritted teeth. “It’s going to take up the whole room.”
“Nonsense!” my mother said. “Everyone likes a dessert table. Keep it in the center. You can show off your cake.”
“Finally, someone on Team Imogen who isn’t a naysayer!” the bride said.
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Why is this my life?
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