Page 18 of Love to Prove You Wrong

“Because we haven’t talked in well over an hour. It’s hard to argue when no words are being uttered.”

His eyes bore into mine. “Whatever works, am I right?”

He threw me a playful smirk before taking a swig of Pepsi. And unlike last time, I didn’t feel the need to slap that adorably annoying smirk off his face.

Chapter Six

“The menu is all set,” Lilian said, checking boxes on the list in front of her. “So are the napkin colors. I confirmed the chairs and tables with the rental company. Rachel from Blooming Fun will deliver the flowers, and their colors will match the napkins and tablecloths. I’d say we’re ready to go.”

As Asher and Layla’s wedding planner, she had a lot on her plate. I honestly didn’t know how she managed to do it all. Catering to everyone’s wishes, dealing with vendors, coordinating deliveries, dealing with Diane… I admired her ability to not once lose her calm demeanor.

“Everything’s set on our end as well,” I confirmed.

Lilian put her notepad down and took a sip of coffee. “Perfect. Three more weeks. They’re going to fly by.”

“Definitely,” I said with a smile.

Three more weeks until the wedding and until I would get Diane off my back. Three more weeks until Justin went back west again.

Lilian got up. She gathered her things, then extended her hand to me. “It was a pleasure working with you today, as always. If any problems come up, please let me know immediately.”

“I most certainly will.”

I saw her out the door, happy that I could continue with my own pile of work. When I agreed to host the wedding at the inn, I never thought it would turn out to be this stressful. Even though all we had to do was provide the food, rooms, and backyard, it felt like a lot more. Probably because Diane kept adding tasks to my already long to-do list.

“Anything interesting happen while I was in that meeting?” I asked as I joined Carter at the reception desk.

“The couple from room 1E wants to have a bottle of champagne delivered to their room tomorrow. And they asked if we could provide some whipped cream as well.”

I crinkled my nose and tried not to let my imagination run free. “What did you tell them?”

“That we can’t do it because of health regulations, but that the local supermarket should have a can if need be. I also told them our walls aren’t one hundred percent soundproof.”

I slapped my hand over my mouth and giggled. “You didn’t?”

He grinned. “Oh, I did.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Diane coming through the front door. I quickly looked around to see if Duckota was on the loose again but couldn’t spot her, nor did I hear any quacking. Good.

“Hello, Addison. Do you have a minute? I need to talk to you about a business proposal.”

“Sure, give me five minutes,” I said.

Diane nodded. “Alright. I’ll be waiting for you in the lounge area. Oh, and could you be a dear and have Alex make me a cup of coffee? One and a half tablespoons of milk, no sugar.”

She spun around without waiting for my answer.

“Who asks for milk by the tablespoon?” Carter asked, eyes wide with disbelief.

I laughed. “Beats me. Would she really notice if it were two full tablespoons instead of one and a half?”

“I’ll call the kitchen and ask Alex to enlighten us,” Carter said, picking up the phone.

I finished sending out two booking confirmations before joining Diane in the lobby. I didn’t feel comfortable with her thinking it was okay to barge in here and demand I sit down with her as if I didn’t have anything better to do. But telling her to schedule a meeting in advance like a normal person was something I didn’t feel like doing either. I’d rather avoid being on the receiving end of Diane’s criticism.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked, seating myself in the chair opposite hers.

Diane put down her cup of coffee and folded her hands in her lap. “Addison, dear. Have you ever had any complaints about the cleanliness of your floors?”

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