PRESENT DAY
KATIE
Michelle
OMG Pick upppp, Katie!
No. It’s 3 a.m., and I’m sleeping.
But I’m officially your highest-paying client…
It’s still 3 a.m.
I need to discuss my dress ideas with you.
Can we do that at 7? (& don’t you have a personal stylist?)
Only if you agree to pick up right at 7. (She does my wardrobe. I’m not trusting anyone but YOU with my wedding stuff)
I agree. 7. (I’ll make sure you have the best)
Can we discuss some of the menus at 4 a.m. then? That gives you an entire hour of sleep.
I groaned and put my ringer on silent.
Oh, wait! I overheard Asher talking about an upcoming wedding he has to “handle” earlier. Want me to hold off until 7 for details on that too?
I’ll call you in five minutes.
Eight
PRESENT DAY
ASHER
Several days later
The receptionist at Tom Ford winked at me as I strolled into the building.
“Good afternoon, sir.” She leaned forward. “We’re currently closed for a private event.”
“I’m aware,” I said. “That’s what I’m here for—the Brooks initial tuxedo fitting.”
“I see. Well, Mr. Brooks and his guests are in the back,” she said. “Would you like some wine before your fitting?”
“I don’t plan to be here that long, so no thanks.” I headed down the hall.
When I made it to the room, my brother was standing atop a platform with two tailors at his side. The rest of the groomsmen were standing around a huge screen playing a video game.
“Hey, Asher.” Grady set down his controller and walked over to me. “I can’t believe you left the trading floor early for this.”
“Trading floor?”
“There’s no need to be modest about how you make your money anymore, Asher,” he said. “Chris told us how you like tokeep your Wall Street hedge fund private, but…” He lowered his voice. “Let me know whenever you open up to new clients so I can invest with you.”
“Will do.” I took off my blazer.
“Speaking of money, we should’ve put some down on a bet at the engagement party,” he said. “You were wrong.”
