Jason returned, setting coffees in front of Kirra and Garrett.
“So, how’s afterparty central coming along?” Sophie smiled at Jason.
“Good. The stage for the fake wedding will be right outside the front door. The bar will be serving, and we’ll have a wedding special of mimosas for people to cheer the happy couple.”
“How big is the stage?” Sophie asked. Her forehead crinkled, and she flicked through some sheets in front of her.
“However big you ordered,” Phyll said. “That’s your department: stage, sound system, steps, and the backdrop for the wedding ceremony.”
“Tarryn?” Sophie said. “Can you remember?”
She shrugged. “No—you were arranging it.”
The colour leeched from Sophie’s cheeks, and she scribbled a note on the top of her pad. “Right. I’ll need to check.” Her thumbs rubbed back and forth along her index fingers.
“Once the ceremony has finished and the happy couple has had their first dance, the afterparty starts,” Jason said. “DJStrokes is booked for the music. If we have a screen on the stage behind the celebrant, he can set up behind that ready to go.”
“Screen. Right.” Sophie looked at Tarryn. “And is this arranged?”
“This is the first I’ve heard of it.” Tarryn bit back an acerbic remark about shaky organisation.
Jason shuffled in his seat. “I’ve only just thought of it.”
“Sophie, this is your forte. I would have expected you to have this under control.” Phyll’s brows lowered, and she stared fixedly at Sophie.
Tarryn hid a small smirk. For once, Phyll’s displeasure wasn’t aimed at her.
“And it would be, Phyll,” Sophie said coolly. “However, Jason has only just suggested the idea. I’ll get onto it this afternoon.”
Tarryn sipped her coffee. Surely an event planner should have thought this through. A screen was obvious. Sophie was making notes on her pad. Tarryn tried to read them, but her writing was too small.
“Jason, do you need anything else for the afterparty?” Sophie asked.
Jason scratched his balding head. “Where are we putting the portaloos? I’m hoping they’ll be close enough to cope with any overflow—no pun intended—from the party.”
“Tarryn, can you answer that?” Sophie inclined her head at Tarryn.
She wracked her brains, but “portaloo” was not to be found. “Sorry, that wasn’t anything on my list.”
Sophie frowned. “Arranging the portaloos was on your to-do list. Since well before my first visit.”
It was?“That’s the first I’ve heard of it. Although I always get the shit jobs.”
Kirra laughed. “At least you won’t have to empty them.”
Sophie’s face folded further into a frown. “So the portaloos haven’t been ordered?”
“Looks like it. They weren’t on my list.”
“I wrote your list, Tarryn. They most definitely were. You need to check again.” Sophie’s pen tapped a staccato beat on her pad.
“I would have remembered.” Anger coiled in her stomach. Who the hell was Sophie to treat her like a six-year-old? She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her emails to find the to-do list. Swiftly, she scanned it. Nope. Definitely no portaloos. She thrust the phone at Sophie. “See for yourself.”
“And the second email? Sent a day after the first?”
“There was no second email.” Tarryn shrugged. “This is my only list.” She levelled an irritated stare at Sophie.
The pink flush that the other day Tarryn had found so adorable stained Sophie’s cheeks. “It was sent.”
