“One dance as a married couple,” Caitlyn said, looking up at him pleadingly. “Please?”
“Um, okay.” He sounded dubious. A lot of grooms were in the same boat. Boys weren’t typically taught how to dance and so they avoided it. “Is there a place to get a lesson or something? I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“I can arrange something for you two,” I said.
Caitlyn whirled toward me. “Could you, please? That would be great.”
“Consider it done.”
“You’re the best.” She smiled coyly. “Maybe we should have Bryson take those lessons too? He might want to dance with someone at the reception.”
The woman was fooling no one, but I wasn’t taking the bait.
“That’s up to you. It’d be nice if the best man could dance with a few members of the wedding party.”
Nadia went over a few more details of the reception plan, including where the catered meal would be laid out. The hotel had a restaurant, but it left its large events up to catering services.
“What about the rehearsal dinner?” Branson asked. “Can we see where that’s happening, too?”
Nadia looked nonplussed. “What do you mean?”
“Aren’t we having it here too?” he asked.
“In the restaurant,” I clarified. “We booked the Grand Bistro.”
Nadia checked her phone, already shaking her head. “I don’t have anything here. We’ve already got a private party booked there the night before your wedding. It’s been on the schedule since last year.”
“But we booked that, didn’t we, Silas? I remember talking about it when I came on the tour with my mother.”
I was already going through my calendar. “That’s what I’ve got here.” I glimpsed the note I’d made beneath it. Shit. Eric had penciled us in, and he was notoriously bad about mixing up dates.
“Eric took the reservation,” I said, glancing up at her. “I’m sorry. I meant to follow up with you.”
“No, that’s not your responsibility. We’ve made the mistake.” She turned to Caitlyn and Branson. “I’m so sorry, my dears. This is unforgivable, really. We’re going to discount your fee to account for this. You deserve much better service than this.”
“That’s nice of you, but that doesn’t really solve our problem,” Branson said. “Where are we going to have our rehearsal dinner?”
Everyone turned to me, eyes full of worry. This was ashitty situation, but this was where I made my money as a wedding planner.
“We’re going to find you a beautiful space for your rehearsal dinner.”
“But there’s only two weeks?—”
“Let me worry about that,” I said. “It’s why you hired me. I solve your problems so that you can enjoy your wedding, remember?”
Caitlyn nodded, but Branson didn’t look appeased.
“We trusted you with this, and here we are,” he said. “How do we know that won’t happen again?”
I opened my mouth to reply, but Bryson beat me to it.
“Come on, man. This isn’t Silas’s fault. He’s offering to make it right, even though it’s not his mistake.”
His reaction thawed my defenses a little. How was I supposed to resist a guy who stood up for me, damn it?
“Bryson’s right,” Caitlyn added. “Silas has never steered me wrong.”
Branson sighed. “Sorry. I was just caught off-guard, and I want everything to be perfect for Cait.”
