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“I’ve got to say, V, I am really impressed with the effort you’ve put into this wedding. In just two weeks, you have handled everything to the bride and groom’s satisfaction, and my own.”
Veronica beamed at her as she gathered up her binders and notebooks. “Thanks, Kelly. I appreciate you giving me this chance.”
“You cousin told my new assistant when she was leaving the other day that you were made for this kind of thing.”
“I just want her to have the perfect day. By the way, how is Samantha working out?”
Samantha was Kelly’s new assistant. Kelly had hired her on the spot when she’d come in for her interview because the girl had already finished college with a degree in hospitality and was looking for an entry level position in order to learn about wedding planning. Veronica had been training her in between her bridesmaid’s duties. It had been a pretty smooth transition, but with a place like Something Borrowed, Kelly was used to the high turnovers. Most women only stayed the summer or a year tops.
And with Samantha’s plans to eventually start her own business elsewhere, Kelly figured hiring her bought her another year.
“She’s good. Gone home for the day, which is what the two of us should do now.”
“Amen to that. Are you seeing Hank tonight?” Veronica asked.
Kelly shook her head. “Hank needed to go back to LA for a top-secret audition, and won’t be back until next week. But that reminds me, can you still come by tomorrow and help me slap stickers on the little mason jars for the Townsend wedding?”
“Sure, that’s fine. How many are we doing?”
“Three hundred and ten to be safe.”
Veronica shook her head. “Aren’t they loaded? Why can’t they just buy cute wedding favors like other rich people?”
“No idea, but it isn’t a question we’ll be asking them,” Kelly warned.
“I know, I know. Hey, what is going on with you two? I know the rule is no fraternizing, but I’ve seen the way he looks at you when you aren’t paying attention and I think he likes you for real.”
Kelly didn’t want to hear that Hank might have real feelings for her. She liked his company, the fun and flirty banter, but even if Hank was interested in more, she wasn’t.
“Hank is fun, and I enjoy his company, but we live very different lives. Even if I was willing to bend and break the rules, I don’t see much of a future there.”
Veronica shot her a pointed look. “You know, boss, sometimes you have to live in the now and stop thinking about anything further than that. Tomorrow isn’t promised, after all.”
“Thank you, Facebook Meme.”
Veronica laughed. “All right, I am out of here before you take back every nice thing you just said.”
“I would never take back an honest opinion.”
Kelly smiled as Veronica escaped from her office, realizing that there really wasn’t anything to rush home for, except to feed Pepper. No Friday plans except a couch with her name on it.
Considering a week ago she’d had a potential date and her best friend tell her that he wanted the first time they kissed to be special, it was kind of a letdown. Not that she’d gotten to experience the actual date. Hank had cancelled their dinner plans last weekend for an emergency with his agent, but he’d texted her constantly, even called her a couple of times at night. She really liked him, but she wasn’t lying when she said she couldn’t see a future there.
Of course, Veronica had a point about seizing the moment.
Kelly noticed the green message light flashing in the corner of her phone. She picked up her phone from the desk and slid her thumb over the screen. A message from Chris was waiting for her, and when she clicked on it, it was a picture of Chris lying back on his couch. On his chest was Fungi, pronounced FUN-GUY by Chris, curled in a ball with a smile on his furry face with a text attached.
He hasn’t left me alone since I got home.
Kelly thought it was funny how in love Chris had become in so short a time. Despite the kitten’s fungal infection, Chris never skipped a chance to hold his new pet.
You don’t look too unhappy about it.
She slipped her phone into her purse, and set her computer bag on her desk. She slid her laptop inside and shut off the light to her office as she left the room. It was past eight according to the lobby clock, and she was so ready for something easy for dinner and bed.
She didn’t really want to cook, but the only alternative was Subway or takeout from Shotgun, and she’d had both multiple times this week. She just wanted to go home, get into her jammies and relax.
When she arrived at her house fifteen minutes later, she went upstairs first to slip into her pjs and out of her silk camisole and pencil skirt. She trotted down the stairs and back to the kitchen in her tuxedo cat pajama bottoms and a black tank top.
