“Where didyou hear that?”
“Her mom was interviewed by some news station from Seattle. I listened to it while I was getting ready this morning.”
My stomach sinks.
One note doesn’t mean I have a stalker. Who the hell would want to stalk me, anyway? I barely have a social life. I’m boring.
It’s the interns. It’s definitely the interns.
I think I would know if I had a stalker.
CHAPTER 17
Elyse
EAT YOU ALIVE
PRESENT
You’d think that being a wedding planner would make me great at dealing with criers. Turns out, not so much. Which makes Jenna’s full-on sobbing meltdown even more of a nightmare.
“There, there,” I say, awkwardly patting her back like I’m burping a baby.
“What am I going to do?” she wails, hiccuping between words. “The dress is hideous! Matt’s going to leave me at the altar!”
Honestly, would that be the worst thing?
“He’s not going to leave you over a dress,” I say, as soothing as possible. “And I happen to know an amazing seamstress who can fix this.”
Jenna sniffles, lifting her tear-streaked face to look at me, her mascara smudged beyond recognition. “Really? You think they can fix it?”
“Absolutely,” I say with a confidence I don’t entirelyfeel. “She’s a miracle worker. If anyone can make your dress look exactly how you imagined, it’s her.”
There was a mix-up with Jenna’s dress. Not only did it come three sizes too big, it also came backless and with a sheer bodice that’s hideous.
She inhales shakily, clinging to the hope in my words. “Okay. Okay, yeah. That might work.” She takes another deep breath and wipes her face with the tissue I handed her. “You’re sure Matt won’t notice?”
I stifle the urge to roll my eyes. “Jenna, Matt won’t care if you’re wearing a potato sack. He’s going to be so overwhelmed seeing you walk down the aisle, the dress won’t even register.”
I’m completely pulling this out of my ass. Matt is a shallow douche.
Her lips twitch upward in the barest hint of a smile, believing my spiel.
“Besides,” I add, “Men don’t notice little details. He loves you. Let’s focus on that, okay?”
Jenna nods, finally seeming to calm down, though her grip on my arm remains a little too tight. “Thank you, really. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You would’ve figured it out, just not as quickly as me.” I joke lightly, earning a trembling laugh from her. “Now, let’s get that dress to the seamstress and keep this between us. No need for Matt—or anyone else—to know about this very fixable little mess up.”
She nods again, her shoulders straightening as she stands. “You’re the best. I don’t know if I could plan this wedding without you.”
I give her a forced smile. “It’s what I’m here for.”
After Jenna leaves, taking the last of my energy with her, I slump my back against the wall. The emotional capacity it takes to even attempt at being comforting is utterly exhausting.
Unfortunately, rest isn’t an option—not with my mom heading straight for me, coming up the staircase that connects to the lobby.
“What are you doing here? Should you be walking up stairs yet?”
