Page 1 of Enemies, Lovers & A Valentine's Baby

Prologue

The Rehearsal - Lila

“Lila, there’s something wrong with the seating arrangement,” Katie, my assistant, says to me as she walks hastily towards me.

“What?” I mutter. I’m already spiraling out of control here. I really can’t afford for anything to be out of place.

“The seating arrangement is all wrong! Somehow the arrangements got messed up because we have nowhere to seat the bride’s mother, Georgia Andrews,” she says frantically, staring down at the guest list in her hand.

“What do you mean there’s nowhere to seat Sue’s mom? I personally placed name tags on each seat.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, because someone else is sitting at the table where the bride’s mom should be, and it’s definitely not her.”

Cold sweat breaks out on my forehead. I wring my hands nervously, willing myself to stay calm.

I’m already at my wits’ end making sure that everything is going exactly as it should for this wedding. I’ve been an event planner for years, but this one means more to me than any event I’ve ever planned before.

Because it’s my best friend’s wedding. Everything has to go perfectly.

Seriously? How can anyone miss the huge name cards I placed on each seat?

“We gotta figure this out fast because she’s starting to get impatient,” Katie whispers, staring at the front of the room where Sue’s mom is looking annoyed, waiting to be brought to her seat.

I glance frantically around the decorated hall, momentarily pausing to admire my work. I really outdid myself, if I do say so myself. Everything is stunning.

I hope Sue likes it as much as I do. I wanted to give her the wedding of her dreams, and I still very much intend to—right after I fix this little issue.

“Come on, let’s go figure this out,” I say.

I walk over to the table reserved for the bride’s family and close friends, Katie hot on my heels. I pretty much know her entire circle, so it shouldn’t take me long to spot the unfamiliar face who shouldn’t be there.

As we get closer, my eyes zoom across all the faces. They’re all familiar, except for one man who sits in the seat that had been reserved for Sue’s mom.

He’s dressed in a sleek black suit, a head full of dark hair angled downwards, peering at his phone.

He’s the reason for this mix-up.

“Excuse me,” I call softly, plastering a smile on my face to make sure the interaction goes smoothly. I just need to get him to move to his seat before Sue’s mom completely loses her patience.

“Sir?” I call again when he continues to ignore me. Finally, he raises his head up.

The first thing I notice is gray.

I’m met with the most intense gray eyes I’ve ever seen, with hints of blue. Sharp, bright, calculating, and impossible to miss. Captivating in the kind of way that has you staring hypnotically into them against your will.

Right now they look like a storm is brewing in them.

His full lips are set in a tight line, brows drawn tightly together, pulling me back to the matter at hand.

“Can I help you with something?” he asks, not even bothering to hide his displeasure at being interrupted from whatever he was doing on his phone.

The smile quickly drops from my face at the sharpness in his tone. I was going to be sweet about it, but his reaction has me unsure what to say next.

“You’re, um—”

“Do you have a speech impediment or something?” he mutters impatiently.

My brows lift at his remark.

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