“Yeah, a llama parade,” Alfie said, showing me his phone.
A schedule had been posted on the wedding festival Facebook page. The itinerary included a llama parade.
“Just great,” I said, handing his phone back. What the hell were we going to do about the wedding?
The Svensson Investment tower lobby was mostly empty. It was way past lunchtime, and cocktail hour hadn’t started yet.
We ordered several sushi rolls and dumplings along with hamburgers and french fries. Then we sat at an empty table in the lobby.
“So, what did I miss in Harrogate?” Alfie asked me.
“You were gone thirty-six hours,” I reminded him. “So not that much.”
“Really?” he asked. “Because the wedding seems totally different.”
“You mean besides the llamas?” I asked apprehensively.
“I heard on the Facebook group that Ida was organizing the wedding now.”
I squinted. “No, that’s not—I mean, I don’t think so.”
I took a bite of my burger then almost choked as a herd of inflatable T. rex costumes ran through the lobby and out the front door.
“I don’t think I got enough sleep,” I told Alfie.
He turned around then went back to his sushi. Three seconds later, Greg Svensson, snapping into his phone, stormed by.
He saw me, stopped, and yelled, “This is all your fault!”
I hastily chewed the bite of my burger and swallowed. “I didn’t do anything!”
“Hunter said you were supposed to be planning the wedding,” he insisted. “What in god’s name possessed you to include a T. rex run?”
Alfie turned in his seat, and his eyes lit up. “Wow, that’s gonna be so cool! I need to find my costume!” he said in excitement.
There was banging at the glass entry as several T. rexes tried and failed to open the door. Greg shook his head in disgust and went to push open the lobby door.
The T. rexes trundled by.
“Rad idea!” one of them hollered at me. “I’m totally going to win!”
“This is going to be a great wedding,” Alfie said happily. “I’m so glad I didn’t miss it.”
I wasn’t so sure. After Meg and Hunter had been so helpful, I felt terrible that their wedding was going to be an epic disaster.
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“And?” my friends asked when I walked back into the office.
Right after the court had let out, I had taken Baxter over to another foster-care hearing to help calm several kids. Then we took the subway back to the office. The train had been late again. Which meant that I could stew over my bad decisions in the muggy dark of the New York underground.
I wasn’t sure what I had expected. Had I really thought Sebastian was going to forgive me? It was just that he had looked like a wreck. All I wanted to do was tuck him into bed then make a bunch of soup and toasty bread for him.
“Tatiana called,” Ivy told me. “Apparently, we have been fired.”
“Figures.” I slumped onto the couch. “I’m sorry, everyone. This is all my fault. I should never have gotten involved with her.”
