We don’t need much.
Brielle began counting on her fingers.
Tables. Chairs. A dance floor. Flowers.
That last word immediately made me alert.
The garden is off-limits.
Brielle sighed.
No one has said anything about your garden.
You just said flowers.
“I meant agreements.”
Then buy packages.
She stared at me.
The answer is no.
Her mouth fell open.
You are seriously going to call off my wedding while you have a whole piece of land by the lake at your disposal?
I make use of that property.
“It’s lying there!”
“No, Brielle. That’s not it.”
At that moment, Mason entered the kitchen.
Perfect timing.
Brielle immediately got tears in her eyes.
She had a remarkable talent for crying without her makeup running.
‘My wedding is in two days,’ she said to him. ‘Vanessa would rather protect flowers than help your sister.’
Mason looked at me.
