That Wedding: Chapter 4
I’m back at work. Thankfully, my boss is a huge Danny Diamond fan and let me take off a few days to go see his first game. Okay, so I had to bribe him with an autographed football, but whatever works.
So far, the day has been a disaster. It’s bad enough, trying to get caught up, but now, I’m frantic because the blueprints I sent with a courier first thing this morning have still not arrived at their destination. I’ve wasted so much time trying to track them down.
My phone rings, and I stupidly don’t look at the caller ID before I say, “Jadyn Reynolds,” because I assume it’s the messenger service.
I hear Mrs. Mac’s voice. “JJ, we really need to have a wedding-planning meeting. Do you realize all that has to be done? Even if you don’t want to get married for a year or more, we’ve got to get started. I’m assuming, by now, you’ve had a chance to go through the bridal magazines and mark the things you like?”
“Uh, not really yet. We went to Danny’s game, and I’m at the end of a project at work. It’s, like, crunch time, and you know Phillip has been super busy at work, too. In fact, we’re both working late tonight.”
She doesn’t get the answer she wants to hear, so she snarls, “Fine. You have homework. I want you to go through the magazines I gave you and flag everything you like. And tell my son that he needs to go through them with you. Bring them to the house Saturday morning.”
I say gently, “Um, that probably won’t work because we’re going to a game-day party.”
She huffs at me and sounds a little pissed. “Fine. Be here early for dinner on Sunday. Let’s say three o’clock. And tell Phillip to jot down ideas as well—never mind, I’ll tell him. Oh, I’m also supposed to remind you that Pastor John wants you to call him right away. Something about couples counseling.”
I get off the phone and am like, Homework and couples counseling?
Seriously?
Planning a wedding sounds like no fun.