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When there were no other suggestions, Gia continued, “I think we might need to think about hiring more wedding planners. I only see the business growing. By spring, we’ll need assistance.”
I was happy she’d moved on from the list to something business-related. While she discussed posting an ad for potential wedding planners, I turned the paper toward me, so I could read it.
Number 1: No sleeping with the groomsmen.
She’d added “best man” next to it circled and underlined. My stomach twisted. She must be serious about that one.
Number 2: No sleeping with your coworkers.
That was easy. The only male vendor we worked with was Harrison, and I had no feelings, other than friendly, toward him.
Number 3: No sleeping with your best friend.
I definitely wasn’t sleeping with my best friend. I didn’t even have a best friend, much less one who was male.
Number 4: No sleeping with a wedding guest.
That one felt eerily similar to what I’d done.
Number 5: No sleeping with your friends’ brother or brother’s best friend.
Was that one personal? Gia had a lot of brothers. I looked at her. She was using her hands to gesture wildly to talk to Lily about flower arrangement centerpieces. Most likely a by-product of the alcohol she’d consumed. Even sober, I suspected her brothers were off-limits. Thankfully, that one wouldn’t be a problem for me.
Number 6: No sleeping with the enemy.
Then she’d slashed out the wordenemyand writtencompetitorover it. I couldn’t help but think number six was personal for her. I remembered her flushed face when she was talking about Silas Sharpe being our number one competitor.
His resort on the water was wildly popular. He advertised a relaxed experience where his staff took care of every detail. There was even a restaurant, spa, and salon on-site.
That couples preferred his resort rankled Gia. She didn’t like to lose. Especially to someone like Silas, who, she’d mentioned on several occasions, was cocky.
Sophie moved to stand next to me, reading the list over my shoulder. She lowered her voice. “She can’t be serious about this?”
“Oh. I think she is.” The champagne I’d managed to drink was fizzing in my stomach.
“I’m glad I don’t have anything to worry about. I’m happy with Mark.” Sophie smiled softly.
“Hopefully, she forgets about it.” I left the paper on my lap, wondering if I could hide it or make it disappear.
It was a silly list you wrote when you were drunk. Of course, it’s an unspoken rule that you shouldn’t sleep with a member of a wedding party or even a guest when you’re working.
“Where did the list go?” Gia asked, moving things around her desk, presumably looking for it.
Should I hide it?
Sophie raised her brow at me.
I sighed, sliding it across the desk. “I was reviewing it.”
Gia held the list up. “I need to find a good spot for it. Not on the wall or anything crazy like that.”
I exchanged a look with Sophie. I couldn’t believe she’d written it, much less was considering keeping it.
Gia pulled out a drawer on her desk that was more like a flat piece of wood and carefully taped it on there. “There. That way I can’t lose it or forget about it.”
She gave each one of us a measured look.
I shifted uncomfortably on my seat. I couldn’t lose my spot in this business arrangement. I struggled to bring in paying clients year-round. I needed this.
