I sink back onto the bed, hands over my face. “Same thing!”
She grabs my shoulders. “Poppy. Breathe.”
“I can’t breathe. I’m too busy being ENERGETIC and CONSTANTLY SMILING.”
“You are kind of constantly smiling.”
“It’s called customer service!”
“It’s called coping mechanism but okay.”
I glare at her. She grins back.
“You know what?” I grab my phone. “Two can play this game.”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Poppy Monroe, don’t you dare—”
But I’m already typing.
Posted to r/weddingplanning
My client’s brother is a stuck-up control freak who hates joy. How do I survive this?
I’m planning the wedding of the year at this gorgeous estate, but the owner (groom’s brother) is making everything impossible. He’s:
Allergic to fun
Measures his coffee
Complains about EVERYTHING
Made me move the ceremony location three times
Has opinions about flower placement (WHO HAS OPINIONS ABOUT FLOWER PLACEMENT?)
Looks unfairly good in a suit which is BESIDE THE POINT
He keeps showing up everywhere I’m trying to work, making comments about “liability” and “property damage” like I’m some kind of chaos demon.
The worst part? He made me pasta at midnight and now I can’t stop thinking about his hands.
WAIT THAT’S NOT RELEVANT.
Anyway. How do I get through 2 more days without strangling him with fairy lights?
I hit submit before I can think better of it.
“Feel better?” CeCe asks.
“No.”
“Wanna go yell at him?”
My eyes flick over to hers. “Yes.”
