Did I do something?
Tappity—Tappity-Tap!
Someone suddenly knocked on my door.
Grateful for any type of interaction, I rushed to open it and found myself face to face with Asher’s assistant.
“It’s another wonderful day in paradise, isn’t it, Katie?”
“I guess…” I ushered her inside. “Are you having fun?”
“Tons! Asher and I just took a tour of the resort and went sailing. Are you enjoying yourself?”
“He took a tour with you?”
She nodded. “I’ll go on one with you, if you’re up to it later.”
“Are you sharing a room with him while you’re here?”
“Uh, no…I have my own suite.”
“Me too.”
“I noticed.” She tilted her head to the side. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Asher didn’t answer me when I asked him about having a plus-one,” I said. “Does he have one?”
“You two are literally impossible.” She shook her head. “No wonder everyone has decided to—” She didn’t finish her sentence.
“Anyway—” she pulled a notebook from her purse and handed it to me. “Here’s your copy of the mission folder. Please destroy it after reading.”
“Mission folder?” I flipped to the first page and saw a table of contents.
Core objective. Minor objectives. Target research. Operation details.
“Asher makes you write a booklet for every wedding you ruin?”
“Only because I type way faster than he does,” she said. “He used to do all this until about two years ago, but I’m too obsessed to let go now.”
I blinked.
She didn’t catch my tone at all.
“My favorite part is the target research.” She beamed. “It makes me feel like a private investigator.”
I flipped to the “target research” tab, finding pictures of Michelle’s social media posts from years ago, pictures of her walking alone in Manhattan. There were a few shots of her kissing Chris in Central Park.
“Is there a point to me continuing to work on this wedding?” I sighed, shutting the book. “Like, seeing as though I’m also working to make sure it never happens?”
“Of course there’s a point, Miss Elizabeth.” She smiled. “Based on my ongoing monthly research on you, working on weddings is what makes you happy since you still lack a fulfilling social and personal life. Well, unless you count that guy you meet up with every few months for coffee.”
What did she just say?
“You should give your work your all as always,” she continued. “Guests will still snap pictures of all your decor, and Michelle still has time to change her mind. The events still need to be pretty if everything stays on schedule.”
“Can you back up to the part where you do monthly research on me?” I asked. “Why do you need to do that?”
“Um…” Her cheeks reddened. “The dress you’re wearing today is really pretty. Not many people can pull off pastel pink.”
