Page 48 of Promise Yule Be Mine
"What the fuck?" I said before I could hold myself back. "I didn't send that."
Kody took the phone from my hand and read it too.
"You signed it," he said.
I leaned into him and looked at the email address.
"That's not my email address."
Was someone playing a prank on me? Was someone testing my abilities as a wedding planner?
"I don't know what's going on but I didn't send that. Can we still do the tasting?" I looked up at the baker, handing her phone back.
"Well…" she said. "You could, the problem is I'm…I'm no longer available to do the wedding."
I shook my head in confusion. Again.
"What do you mean? What could have changed since last night?"
"Well, when the email came I was a little relieved, to be honest. I was worried about how I was going to make it work so close to Christmas. And since you canceled?—"
"We didn't," I said.
"I thought you did. And I booked a little vacation for my family and me."
I sighed and turned away.
How could this have happened? Who would impersonate me?
I couldn't even go off on this woman because it wasn't her fault, although I had half a mind to for not confirming with me byphone. Why would she double-check when she'd gotten an email with all the details only me, Kody and Jenna would know?"
Jenna!
I took my phone out and dialed her number. Before it even started ringing it went on voicemail and I growled.
Was she behind it? Had she canceled? Why would she do that to me? Why would she do that to herself?
Nova: Jenna, did you cancel the wedding cake? Please be honest with me.
"Are you okay?" Kody reached up and touched the small of my back, grounding me back into the room.
He had no right to be touching me like that. He had no right to be making me feel this way. So calm in the face of disaster. So desperate in the face of sin.
"I…I'm fine," I managed to utter. "I should be asking you if you're okay. It's your wedding I've managed to screw up."
I knew I hadn't screwed up anything but before I pointed fingers I needed to know if my best friend was the culprit.
"Hey, it's not your fault."
"Maybe not, but still. I need to fix it."
He smiled a genuine smile and I hated him for it. For being so serene and gentle and kind, considering what had just happened.
"And I'm sure you will and you'll do a great job like always. Until then, though, want to grab some lunch before we head back? Ikinda expected to be munching down on cake right now so my stomach is about to complain big time."
I laughed. And I annoyed myself doing it. Because I shouldn't be laughing. I should be getting back to work trying to solve this huge-ass problem that had sprung out of nowhere.
