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We both love heels.

Love.

“The Manolos,” I tell her. “They match my dress.”

“I cannot wait to see them.” A beat. “And the dress.”

My lips twitch as I see Noble and Ace pull into the parking lot and get out of their rental cars.

Plural.

Because they ran to two different florists to get what we need.

“I can’t wait to show you,” I say. “But someone needs me so I have to go.”

“Of course!”

We exchange quick goodbyes, and I hang up.

Then I look at the cake and sigh.

It’s leaning and cracked all along one side, so I do the only thing I can at this point.

Triage.

One by one, I pull off the top three layers—as mentioned, there are a fuckton of people coming tonight—and set them aside.

Then, critical emergency dealt with, I head to the boys.

“Grab Lex and Beck,” I order. “We need all hands on deck.”

Ace nods, having jumped right in as my assistant Crises Manager. “My parents?”

I shake my head, both because that would bring drama and stress and slow everything down, but also because, “They’re taking pictures with Oakes.”

He nods, touches my cheek, his deep brown eyes filled with something that has my heart rolling over in my chest.

Something I’ve seen a lot as I’ve done my fixing today.

Then he smiles and goes to track down his brothers, Noble winking at me before he follows.

Surprisingly, Beck joins in on fixing the flowers without complaint—there may be hope for him yet—but Lex takes his sweet time coming over, joining us when we’re putting the finishing touches on the flower arch and doing it with a scowl.

Something that the florist didn’t bring.

Another one of those few things—all having to do with flowers—that Jenny wanted.

“What’s next?” Beck asks.

And yeah, there might be hope for him yet.

I don’t have time to ponder his potential so I point to the bevy of flowers I laid out on the ground in regular intervals down the aisle. There are pots there, also from the florist, and they look sad. Pathetic really. Under-filled and drab, and while there’s no way to truly turn them into something that resembles what Jenny wanted, we’ve got to do something.

There’s not enough time to redo them.

Even with hitting up two florists, I couldn’t buy enough flowers to make that happen.

Or, well, Noble and Ace couldn’t, seeing as they wouldn’t let me pay for them.