I sank down on the couch in shock.
“We have three more weddings in the pipeline right now,” Ivy continued. “One of the brides is Kate’s friend, so I suspect we will be fired from that one any day now. The other two, I’m not sure. But I think we can all safely assume that this is the end of our company.”
48
Sebastian
“Come lie down,” Meg ordered as Hunter half dragged me into the house with the help of one of his brothers.
“He’s gone,” I moaned as Hunter dumped me onto the couch in the sitting room off the foyer. “I’m never going to see him again.”
“We’re going to fight it,” Meg assured me.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Just take a nap,” Meg instructed me, pushing me down on the couch, and throwing a blanket over my head.
“I have the horse tranquilizers,” I heard Parker say as I closed my eyes.
But there was no way I was going to be able to sleep. My brother was gone. My father and Tatiana were going to treat him terribly, and I couldn’t help him. I knew he was going to miss me. I already missed him.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket to text him.
Sebastian:How are you?
Alfie:This is your father. I took Alfie’s phone from him. I don’t want him contacting you.
“Son of a bitch.” I sat up.
“I thought you were supposed to be napping,” Hunter said from behind me.
“Since you’re awake, you can drink your tea,” Meg said.
“You can go back to work,” Hunter told her. “We’ll watch out for him.”
Meg gave me an imperious look. “I hate losing more than anyone,” she told me, “and this is far from over. I have a meeting scheduled with Judge Edna down at city hall. She used to go to law school with one of the New York Supreme Court justices. We’re detailing a plan of attack.”
“I’m glad you’re feeling confident,” I said wearily as Hunter handed me a cup of tea and half a sandwich.
I wasn’t hungry, but I took a bite of the sandwich to appease Hunter.
“Maybe I should send him his things.” My voice sounded far away.
“Just save it for another day,” Hunter said, patting me on the back.
I sighed. “I suppose I should go into the office and do some work.”
“Take a break and help me plan the rest of the wedding,” he coaxed me.
“Shit. What are we going to do about the wedding?” I asked, needing something to distract me from missing Alfie and spinning out about Amy’s betrayal.
“I’m not sure,” Hunter admitted. “You’re the one with the most wedding planning experience, though.”
“Meg fired everyone, not just Amy?” I asked.
“Yep,” Hunter said as we sat down at the dining room table, where a spread of wedding planning supplies, such as the table charts and parade routes, was laid out.
Hunter and I studied the papers silently for a moment.
