“Ding dong, the bitch is here!” the parrot screeched, shuffling over to the front door.
“That was a quick delivery,” I remarked.
“I didn’t place the order yet,” Chris replied, frowning.
“I hope it’s not one of my stalkers,” Gran said excitedly, going to the door, kitchen towels forgotten.
Two women screamed in shock when she opened it.
“Gran!” I ran to her then froze when I saw who was at the door.
“Ding dong, the bitch was right!” Gran said loudly.
“Gran, these are my clients!” I scolded.
She stuck out her tongue. I put myself between her and Addison and Linneah.
“We have a meeting,” Addison said, shoving her bag and purse at me and marching into Chris’s penthouse as if she belonged there, which she certainly did not. Linneah followed her example, shoving her bag and her coat at me as well.
“Tea,” Linneah ordered. “Lemon. No sugar.”
“What the fuck!” Chris snarled, body tensed.
Addison looked him up and down and made an appreciative noise. I could have clawed her eyes out.
Client, I chanted.She’s a client.
“We were supposed to meet at the office,” I reminded Addison, setting her things on the dining table.
“Addison, get your shit and get out!” Chris roared at her.
“If you’re as in love with Grace as you’ve told everyone you are,” Addison drawled, “then surely you can’t begrudge her an emergency bridal meeting. You have a very large penthouse. We won’t be in your way.”
Chris’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he was about ready to blow. His distress only seemed to make Addison even more delighted.
“Grace and I have to review my photo styles. Linneah told me how you all mishandled the wedding of one of her sorority sisters. Honestly. If I hadn’t already paid a deposit and booked the venue, I would fire you all.”
I cringed. Ivy would be pissed if I blew this. She was still trying to deal with the fallout of the impromptu porno at the last wedding.
I gave Chris a pleading look. He grunted, turned on his heel, and went to his study.
“He’s growly in the morning,” Linneah remarked.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.
“Please leave him alone.”
She smirked at me. “You’re awfully possessive for someone who has no business being married to a billionaire.”
“Shall we start on the wedding planning?” I said, refusing to take her bait.
“Yes, we shall. I have other appointments today,” Addison said.
I directed them to the formal sitting room and then ran to change into more professional attire and grab my laptop along with the sample pages of the coffee-table book. I had started to rearrange the book to function more as a yearly wedding trend guide. I had the wedding style ideas organized by seasons. I wanted to show Addison several of the bridal portrait styles and see which she liked.
“Not that old thing again,” she said loudly as I laid out the pages.
I gritted my teeth and forced a smile.
