“You know, I think all texts and phone calls have to be charged the day of. I don’t know if I even qualify as your girlfriend today, just strictly your party planner.”
“Absolutely not. I’ll pay whatever, but you’re still my girl.” Adam chuckles. “How are you feeling, honey?”
Ultra tired. Dreaming about us passing out tonight.
“I’m fine, Adam. I told you to stop worrying.”
“Right, and I’ll do that the moment you take a break.”
“Remember when you asked me out and I told you I didn’t need another dad?”
Adam’s warm, infectious laugh comes through the line. “How much would you hate it if I made a very inappropriate daddy joke?”
“Oh no, I’m weirdly losing service,” I tease.
“No, you’re not.”
“Someone’s calling for my help with decorating. Everyone’s helpless without me.”
“I know I am,” Adam says, and a warmth spreads through my chest until he ruins it. “I’ll talk to you later, baby girl.”
“Ah, no, go back to honey?—”
“I’ll consider it if you take a five-minute break.”
I release a breath. He’s probably right. My feet are killing me, and the running up and down the stairs has already taken a toll. But neither of the places are fully finished yet.
“Alright, All-star. Have a good game, I’ll see you tonight.”
We’re off the phone for a solid five seconds. I’m one step from my office and then I hear the clatter of glass and an “ah, shit” from one of my busboys.
So much for that five minutes.
Chapter 14
Mia
I never do get a break. Hell, I never even got to open that bottle of water Lucie brought. I maybe had three sips of the matcha and then one bite of a granola bar before something else happened.
Our busboy broke a good amount of our champagne flutes trying to impress one of the waitresses. I completely spaced on getting film for the photo booth and had to call half the stores in Boston before I found some. The tablecloths were a bitch to steam, and the wrong cake got delivered.
My employees were complete saints and jumped in where they could, but it felt like such a clusterfuck right up until the last minute. It’s put me in a piss-poor mood, and I’m really trying to come out of it.
I’ve worked on countless major projects and have never gotten this worked up before over things not going according to plan. I guess it’s a bad mixture of not feeling my best and wanting the most for the person I care deeply about.
What I wouldn’t give to have had time to go home and shower, but I’m cutting it close as is. I do a few touchups to my hair and makeup with my emergency bag. Most importantly, Ireapply my deodorant and spray some perfume. I’ve sweat more than I’ve drank today at this point.
With the final touches of my lipstick, a knock comes to my office door and Adam steps in. “Hey, there you are.”
“Hey, sorry, I was going to be up front, but?—”
“Don’t apologize.” Adam moves to cup my face bringing me in for a small kiss. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks, I was afraid I looked like I’ve been hit by a train. Sort of feels like I was.”
I shuffle on my aching feet and slowly watch as Adam’s face drops.
“You didn’t take that break, did you?”
