I groaned. “No.”
“Yep. I’m afraid we’ve got a Momzilla situation over here.”
“Damn it. Okay. Keep her calm. I’ll be right there.”
“Hurry,” Marissa said, “she looks ready to blow her top.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Every wedding party had one. If it wasn’t a Momzilla, it was a Bridezilla or a maid of honor from hell. There was always one rotten apple who wanted to spoil the bunch because they thought they knew best.
I might be the wedding planner, but I didn’t kid myself. Mrs. Kennedy wouldn’t listen to me. I needed Caitlyn or Branson to step in. I called Caitlyn on my way to the car, but there was no answer.
Damn. I hadn’t had to call Branson directly. I really should have gotten his number. I sent a text to Bryson.
Can you have Branson call me. We’ve got a wedding 911.
I hopped into my car and drove the few blocks to Darling Dish. I had just parked when my phone dinged with a reply text.
Bryson:
What is a wedding 911? Do I want to know?
Silas:
Just send him to Darling Dish ASAP.
I went inside, the scent of sugar and a savory sauce making my mouth water instantly. Molly Kennedy stood in front of the counter, face red. “I don’t appreciate you notrespecting my role in this wedding,” she was saying. “I’m footing half the bill?—”
“Wow, it smells great in here!” I exclaimed, infusing my voice with as much cheer as possible. The quicker I defused Molly’s temper, the better.
She paused, turning. “Silas! I’m glad you’re here. Will you please tell these people I’ve been part of the wedding planning process all along?”
I had to tread carefully. I wanted to appease Molly without empowering her. I smiled at Marissa, who looked like she was hanging by a thread of patience. Behind her, one of her young staffers, Corey, stood chewing his nails, eyes flicking between Molly and me.
“Molly has joined us for a few planning sessions,” I said with a polite smile. “We’ve finalized all the catering decisions, though.”
“No, I know,” Molly said. “It’s just that Caitlyn showed me the menu yesterday, and it really needs some improvement.”
“The menu is set.”
“But surely there’s room for a few tweaks,” Molly said in a cajoling tone. “My daughter has never hosted a formal dinner, and I don’t want her to be embarrassed.”
“I understand your point of view, but we really can’t change it now.”
The door chimed behind me. Molly’s gaze darted up. “Branson, dear, you didn’t have to come over here. Honestly! I don’t know why it’s such a big deal to make a fewsmallchanges.”
Behind her, Corey was shaking his head emphatically. Yeah, so the changes weren’t small.
I turned to speak to Branson and froze. That was not Branson. The curl of his lips, the set of his shoulders, and theway his gaze darted down my body. Yeah, there was no mistaking Bryson.
My mouth dropped open, but I swallowed my protest. Molly wouldn’t listen to Bryson any more than me. She wouldn’t view him as having any authority. Caitlyn’s groom had a better shot.
I cleared my throat. “Branson, thanks for coming by. I was just telling Mrs. Kennedy that while we value her input, of course, it’s just too late to modify the menu.”
Bryson nodded. “Even if we could, Caitlyn loves the menu plan.” His eyes flicked past me to Molly. “She doesn’t want any changes.”
Molly huffed. “They haven’t even started to make it yet! They can certainly change the menu. That’s ridiculous.”
