“Oh, just go and trade some stocks or something,” I shot at him.
“That is literally not what I do.”
“Well, weddings are what I do, so stay out of my way.”
“Wedding planning is not that difficult,” Sebastian began.
Oh, here we go.
I rolled up my sleeves and climbed onto my soapbox.
“Contrary to what you might think, wedding planning is extremely difficult, especially this wedding, which is practically a small-town royal wedding.”
“I’ve planned a wedding before,” Sebastian droned on, “for my father’s second marriage, and I did it while growing my company and taking care of my sick brother. The wedding ran very smoothly. People were impressed.”
“Probably because expectations were low,” I snapped.
Meg stood up.
“It sounds like you both have it under control,” she said brightly. “We’ll need all hands on deck for a wedding in two months.”
Across the table, Ivy choked on her coffee. Elsie patted her on the back as she wheezed.
“Two months?” Ivy gasped.
My mouth fell open. “We need a year and a half, at least!”
Sebastian made a disgusted noise.
“I’ve been waiting years to marry Hunter. I’m not waiting anymore. Because I’m almost thirty-three,” Meg stated. “I want a baby, and the clock is ticking.”
Now Hunter was the one to choke on his drink.
“How many kids?” he gasped as Sebastian pounded him on the back.
“Just one. Let’s not overdo it. I’m sure more of your siblings are going to pop up.”
“A girl?” Hunter asked hopefully.
Meg glanced across the table at her teenage sisters, who made obnoxious faces and barely looked up from their phones.
“Er…we’ll play the slots.”
“Two months? That’s no time at all!” I protested. “Oh my god, I need to plant more flowers!”
I clapped a sticky hand to my hair then cursed when I realized marshmallow and coffee were glued to my curls.
“Sounds like they are incapable of meeting your deadline,” Sebastian sneered.
“We absolutely can meet that deadline,” Ivy said gamely.
“Yeah,” I added, trying to pick marshmallow goop out of my hair. “This is going to be the best wedding ever!”
“And I expect you to be the best small-town maid of honor, Amy,” Meg said.
“Really scraping the bottom of the barrel there, Mayor,” Sebastian said snidely.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
