Page 18 of Snowbound Hearts
Thank god the power came back on overnight because I need power to get this shindig off the ground. With Sarah and her bridesmaids in their suite getting ready and the groomsmen and the groom, Kris, hanging out in the dining room playing video games, Emily and Franco are helping me get the final touches of the wedding completed.
“Sydney!” Sarah comes running over to me in tears.
I know the groom is here, so what could be the problem? “What’s the matter, Sarah? Tears are bad luck on a wedding day.” I pull out my handy dandy wedding kit out and hand her some tissues.
“The baker just called me. He can’t get out of his driveway to bring the cake here. What are we going to do?” She cries out.
“Don’t worry. I’ll fix it. Okay? Don’t worry. You will have a wedding cake today. I promise,” I soothe my young bride-to-be.
“Are you sure?” She smiles through her tears.
My phone alerts me to a text. “I’m sure. Now, stop crying or you’ll be all puffy.” I smile back at her as I pull out my phone to read the text.
Pastor Graham: I hate to do this, but my car and the church van are both buried under snow. I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it to perform the wedding. I’m so sorry. Is there any way we can do it via video conference?
I smile at Sarah so she doesn’t see my panic. Now I need a baker and a pastor. Great. “You okay now?” I place my hand on her shoulder in comfort.
She nods, “Yes. Thank you. You are the best wedding planner ever!”
I smile at her because the last thing I need is for her to continue to freak out. “I know. Now, go be with your family and friends. I’ve got everything under control here.”
She nods and skips away towards her suite happy in the fact that I have everything under control.
I don’t, but she doesn’t know that.
First up, I need a cake, so I go in search of Franco and find him scurrying around the kitchen like it was on fire – thankfully, it’s not.
“Hi Franco. How’s everything going with the food?” I ask him as he’s stirring one pot with one hand while trying to turn the mixer on with the other.
“Not good. I’ve only got one staff member that could get out of their house this morning and that was only because she has a snowmobile! Three people called in today. THREE!” He drops the spoon that’s in the pot as the mixer comes to life. “Half my ingredients aren’t here yet and I don’t know if they will be either because of this damn storm.”
He looks at me and sees my panicked face. “You don’t worry, Miss Sydney. I’ll make this the best wedding ever.” He waves me out of the kitchen. “You go now. I’ll take care of everything.”
As he’s pushing me out of the kitchen, I stop him. “No, wait. The baker is snowed in and won’t be able to get here in time. Can you make a wedding cake? I know it’s a lot to ask, but if I can get you help, do you have the ingredients to make one?”
“Yes, I have the ingredients, but I have no time, Miss Sydney.”
I nod, “I know, but I’ll get you help.” An idea has formed and I’m hoping I can pull this off.
He moves his head from side to side, “If you can get me some help, I can do it.”
I kiss him on the cheek, “You’re a lifesaver, Franco.”
He blushes at my affection. “Only if I get help. I can’t do both.”
“I know. I’m on it.” I go rushing out of the kitchen in search of some feisty ladies and find them still in their suite. I can hear them arguing over something as I approach their door.
I knock loud enough so that they can hear me.
“Sydney! Don’t you look positively glowing today.” Florence says as she opens the door.
I try not to think about why I might be glowing. Hell, I’m a bit sore just walking this morning. “Thank you. Can I come in?”
Florence opens the door wider to let me in. “Come on in.”
“Thank you,” I say as I see Gladys, Betty, and Joan sitting at the little table playing cards.
“You look different. What happened?” Betty asks.
