My eye twitched. “Did you plan the whole wedding? I thought you had a company to run.”
“Unlike you, I plan ahead. I could take a round trip to Mars, and my company would still be ticking along like an expensive watch upon my return,” Sebastian said smugly. “Therefore, I have plenty of time to clean up your mess.”
“You probably just made it worse,” I said in annoyance, grabbing the binder.
Meg peered over my shoulder as I flipped through the color-coded tabs. Sebastian had a detailed itinerary, a Gantt chart, an org chart, schedules, contingency plans for various scenarios, and a budget.
“Five million dollars?” Meg screeched. “Absolutely not.”
Sebastian turned to the next page. “Itemized projections are here, Mayor. The town wants a festival, and we need to make sure that everything is aboveboard. We will be paying for the road closures, parade permits, and entertainment, not to mention additional security and crowd management, which means overtime for the police force.”
“There’s going to be a parade?”
“A parade?” Ivy came in with her binder, which was not as impressive as Sebastian’s.
“He planned the whole wedding!” I complained to her. “You can’t just show up and start dictating things, Sebastian.”
“Then do your job,” he shot back.
“Stop acting like you have everything figured out,” I said, jabbing at the binder. “There’s no mention of the flowers, the dress, the menu, the décor, invitations, or who’s on the guest list. You just have a bunch of random charts.”
“They are not random. This, for example, is a schedule that we need to stick with unless Meg and Hunter are going to be married at next year’s Christmas festival.” He pointed.
“Maybe we should just have a barbeque in the town square and be done with it,” Meg said, chewing on her lip.
“We can do anything you want,” Hunter said, breezing in. He swung Meg around then kissed her as she giggled. “We can also elope to Paris.”
“You want to take everyone to Paris for a destination wedding?” Blade wrinkled his nose.
“Elope means Meg and me alone.”
Blade glared at Hunter. “Greg appears to be correct in his assessment of you.”
“He’s just joking,” Meg assured Blade.
“Half joking,” Hunter said. “One of the kids tried to stab me with a fork because I wouldn’t let him make a donut hamburger sandwich.”
“Now I’m hungry,” Meg said with a laugh.
“We’re supposed to be touring the estate,” I said through gritted teeth.
But it was too late.
“Lunch?” Hunter asked Meg.
She grinned up at him, wedding planning forgotten.
“There’s that new place that just opened on Sixth. It’s my mayoral duty to support local business.”
“The wedding,” I begged desperately.
Hunter kissed Meg lovingly.
My stress levels elevated.
“You guys handle it,” Meg said. “Sebastian has the schedules covered, and you all have the design elements. Just make it nice!”
“Oh my god,” Ivy said after they left.
