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Your son’s wedding sounds like a one-of-a-kind event and as you are aware, they are my favourite type of event to add to my portfolio.

If you have contracted another coordinator, I completely understand and wish you all the best with your special day.

Kind Regards,

Sophia Hart (née Randalls)

Pressing send, she squeezed her hands into fists and instantly regretted it. What was she thinking? She was still in recovery and her and Brodie hadn’t even had the chance to take a honeymoon yet. Putting the whole thing down to a moment of madness, she closed the laptop and forced herself to get up and take a shower.

She went about the rest of her morning like it was any other. Yet, her body was bursting with nervous energy and the question of what she would do if they replied gnawed away at her almost as much as the fact that she hadn’t told Brodie about the email.

Not that there was anything to tell. At least, not yet.

Before she lost her mind altogether and spent the entire day refreshing her inbox, she took off to Coast and ordered a mug of hot water and an oaty breakfast muffin. Callie was not far behind her, swinging the door open and letting out a dramatic sigh before she laid eyes on Sophia.

“What are you doing here?” Callie asked.

“I was about to ask you the same question,” Sophia replied.

“I needed to get out of the house and just think for a minute.”

“Same here.”

“Shall we?” Callie beamed and scanned the breakfast menu. “I don't know why I bother looking. I already know I want Coast's blueberry pancakes with maple syrup. That’s my new favourite.”

“You look like hell,” Sophia told her as she sat down. It was true. Callie’s bright blue eyes were jaded and surrounded by puffy skin.

“You do too,” she fired back.”

“You go first,” Sophia demanded.

“Okay. but, if I tell you where my head’s at, you’re going to think I’m crazy. I actually think I might be,” she added in a whisper.

“Fun fact, you’ve never not been,” Sophia giggled.

“This might be the craziest thing I’ve ever done. See, I’m saying that like the decisions made, it’s not by the way. But that’s how I feel. Like my head’s decided for me and now I’m stuck not knowing what to do.”

“About what?”

“Staying in the bay.” she spat out.

“What? Why would you do that?”

“Here comes the crazy part. I’m going to stay with Emmet. There I said it and yes, I know it sounds like madness, but it actually makes so much sense to me. I can’t believe I’ve said it out loud, that felt so good. I’m staying in the bay.” She repeated and Sophia tried to pick her jaw up off the table to formulate a response, but came up with nothing.

“Have you spoken to Emmet about this?”

“No, not yet. He won’t like it, but it will be the best thing for him. For both of us.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Have you seen your brother lately? Don’t answer that I know you have. But, I mean, really seen him.”

Sophia took a sip of her hot water.

“He’s spiralling, I can tell. The longer he stays with your parents and God love them, this is not to mean any offence, but he’s only going to get more depressed. He needs to be in his own space and I’ve just got this feeling.”

“You and your feelings,” Sophia despaired.