“No, that’s safe.” He moved. “But if I were you, I wouldn’t worry too much about this wedding.”
“Worrying about an event is literally my job.”
“Not when it won’t be happening.”
Huh? “Okay, you know what?” I couldn’t let him get under my skin anymore. “If I were you, I would stop harassing someone who’s not interested and go bother someone else.”
I grabbed the box and left the store, hating that the most action I’d had with a man in years came from arguing with him over a bouquet.
Returning to the Uber, I placed the flowers on the seat and called my contact at the hotel.
“This is Miss Spencer of The Four Seasons speaking. How may I help you?”
“Asia, it’s me, Katie. I’m heading back to the Kesler wedding, but I need you to do a few quick favors for me.”
“Anything for you.”
“Can you place a few water bottles outside the groomsmen suite and send up a cracker plate for the matron of honor?”
“On it. I’ll handle it now.”
I ended the call and let out a breath.
Please, universe. Don’t let anything else go wrong today. I’m begging you.
I kept my head down, scrolling through emails to prevent myself from getting anxious about traffic.
By the time the driver opened the back door, I was still early.
I carried the flowers through the lobby and handed them off to my assistant. Then I carefully held onto the bride’s bouquet before taking the elevator up to her suite.
“Oh gosh, thank you!” Heather, the maid of honor, rushed toward me. “I’ll get these to her, but we’re still searching for her tiara.”
“It’s on the way up,” I said. “Has Sunny calmed down since this morning?”
“She’s worse…”
“I’ll keep my distance until you call for me, then.”
“Noted.” She smiled. “I’ll text you an update in a few minutes.” She slipped into the bedroom, and I began organizing the bridesmaids’ gift bags.
As I retied a bow, a blood-curdling scream cut through the room.
“What the fuckkkkk!” The bride’s shriek was unmistakable. “WHATTTT THE FUCKKKK?”
Confused, I pushed the door open—and froze.
Sunny was crumpled in the center of the room, her wedding gown fanned out around her like a fallen centerpiece, layers of tulle swallowing the floor.
“He’s. Not. Marrying. Me!” She yelled even louder than before. “The day of our wedding. The day of our fucking wedding!”
“Um, Sunny…” Heather approached her like she was a wild animal. “Where is this coming from? Why do you think he’s not marrying you?”
“Because he said it!” She hissed. “He. Said. It.”
“He hasn’t called or come anywhere near this room, Sunny…” Heather swallowed. “I have your phone and I haven’t let anyone come here at all.”
“So, you’re calling mea liar?” She narrowed her eyes. “Is that what you’re saying?”
