Page 106 of Own the Eights Gets Married
“What?” Georgie shot back. “I thought my mother contacted you.”
“She did, but she doesn’t know about this either. You were just a girl when your stepfather’s company invested in the Denver Wedding Frau.”
“Howard set this up?” Georgie asked, hardly able to believe it.
“Howard Vanderdinkle is discrete, but he wanted the best for you when you decided to get married. Hans and I are the best, so being a prudent investor, he stipulated that his financial support hinged on providing our services to his new stepdaughter when she was ready.”
“Wow, I had no idea,” she answered, thinking back to a few days ago when she and Howard had their first real heart-to-heart.
First, it was the realization he’d invested in CityBeat and now, to learn he’d cared enough about her to solicit the skills of the city’s best wedding duo, made her see the man in an entirely different light.
“That’s why Hans and I needed to make sure Mr. Marks was the right match for you,” the frau finished.
“So, you sent us into the wilderness and made sure the Plumbing Princess and Mr. Rodent Royalty were there, too?” Georgie asked.
Was there anything these two couldn’t coordinate?
The wedding frau narrowed her gaze. “What are you talking about with plumbing and rodents?”
“There was a couple at the boot camp. Jordan knew the woman from when he was in high school, and I knew the man. He was a real creep to me a few years ago and was the reason I started the blog that led me to Jordan.”
“We had nothing to do with that, Miss Jensen,” Hans replied.
“That was all the universe, adding its own test. And appears you passed with flying colors,” the frau added.
Georgie sat there gobsmacked—completely and utterly gobsmacked.
She blinked. Hardly able to believe all that had gone into their wedding and into preparing them for married life. She glanced from the wedding duo to her fiancé—a man who’d proposed to her twice, opened his heart and proclaimed his love for her in front of the world, again, and had carried her dryer lint with him to keep her close.
And that wasn’t all.
She’d learned of Howard’s affection and the kindness of Mrs. and Mr. Lieblingsschatz—three people she’d never imagined had silently had her best interests at heart for many, many years.
“Can we make a change to the wedding ceremony?” she asked.
The frau frowned. “What kind of change?”
“Our family friend, Mr. Gilbert, is walking me down the aisle. Do you think I could have two people do that?”
“Howard?” Jordan asked.
She nodded and blinked away a fresh wave of tears. “Yes.”
The wedding frau snapped her fingers, and a wedding minion emerged from behind the curtain and nodded.
“It’s done,” the woman replied.
“Where did she come from?” Jordan asked, glancing at the set of thick white curtains separating this section from the rest of the RV.
“What’s back there?” Georgie asked.
“The salon,” the frau answered.
Jordan craned his head to try to see past the thick drapes. “There’s a salon back there?”
“I told you when we picked you up. This was our last resort. We’re a fully mobile undercover wedding machine. We’ve got everything here to prepare for your nuptials.”
Georgie tried to get a look. “There are people back there?”
