Page 69 of For You & No One Else (Say Everything 3)

“Smart guy, that one,” Eliza said, sitting on the edge of her desk.

“He is. So, once he said he was totally open to whatever I wanted to do—big wedding, small wedding, elope, hire a marching band, ride in on camels, whatever—it just felt like this huge relief.” She took a breath, possibly her first one since entering the office. “And all of a sudden, all I wanted to do was plan it likeright now. I’m so freaking ready to marry this dude.”

“Oh, honey, I’m so happy for you guys,” Eliza said, her chest squeezing tight, her friend’s happiness like a sugar rush. “What are y’all going to do? Please tell me camels aren’t really an option. You know they spit, right?”

Andi laughed. “No camels and nothing big. I still don’t want that. But I do want friends there. That’s what I’m here about,” she said, bracing her hands on her knees. “Do you have any weekends you’re going to be unavailable in May?”

“May? I—” Eliza scanned her mental calendar. “I don’t think I have anything, at least nothing important that couldn’t be canceled.”

“Perfect. We want to have a little outdoor ceremony in the park before it gets too hot. Nothing fancy. I’m thinking like barefoot and prairie skirts and wildflower bouquets. Kind of a nature theme. Just a handful of guests.”

“That sounds beautiful,” Eliza said a little wistfully.

“Will you be a bridesmaid? I swear there will be no ugly dresses.”

Eliza pressed her hand over her heart. “Of course. I’d love that. And I’d wear an ugly dress for you.”

“Yay!” Andi did a little clap. “Hollyn’s going to be one, too. She agreed as long as she doesn’t have to get up and give any speeches or toasts. She said she used to have nightmares about botching a wedding toast. Jasper, on the other hand, offered to do an interpretive dance and comedy sketch if need be.”

Eliza smiled. Hollyn had come a long way from the socially anxious woman Eliza had first met a few years ago. Hollyn had met Jasper, her improv-actor husband, here at WorkAround and had worked really hard with him and her therapist to improve her anxiety. But Eliza appreciated that the woman knew where to draw her lines. Wedding toasts were a hard no.

“I can’t believe this. I’m so happy for you,” Eliza said.

“I’m happy for me, too.” Andi beamed. “And of course, you can bring a date. Maybe Mr. Tiger Lawyer if things go well tonight.”

Eliza laughed. “Let’s never call him that again. But, yeah, we’ll see. Someone has to really like you to do the wedding date thing. That’s a big ask.”

“Hey, my wedding is going to be an awesome good time for all,” Andi said, tipping her chin up. “A downright privilege to be present.”

“I have no doubt.”

Andi stood, still bouncing a little on the balls of her feet. “Well, I know you’ve got to get your game face on for your date. I just couldn’t hold in the news for a minute longer.” She gave her another hug. “Thank you for being a bridesmaid.”

“Can’t wait.”

Andi let her go and gave her a little wave before hurrying out the office. Eliza had a feeling that the whole of WorkAround, whether they knew Andi or not, were soon going to know she was getting married.

Eliza headed to her door to shut it so she could change from her work clothes into something a little more date appropriate, but Beckham stepped into the doorway before she could. He had a coffee cup in his hand and a perplexed look on his face. “Everything okay with Andi?”

Eliza grinned. “Why?”

“She just told me hi, spontaneously hugged me, and then strolled down the hall like it hadn’t happened.”

Eliza laughed. “She just set a wedding month, May. She’s hyped on love and romance…and probably lots and lots of caffeine.”

His brows arched. “May? That’s pretty soon.”

“It’s a long time coming. She and Hill have been engaged for a while. If it’d been up to him, he would’ve married her the day he proposed, but I think he was waiting for her to figure out how she wanted to do it. Apparently the answer is in the park in peasant skirts with flowers in our hair.”

“Our?”

“I’ve been awarded the honor of bridesmaid.” She curtsied.

His expression darkened for a moment. “My condolences.”

She made a sour face. “Why do you say that? She’s not going to pick ugly dresses.”

“It’s not about the dress thing.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I just think it’s an antiquated tradition.”

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