Nan’s POVThis wedding gig had not been my idea.After being accused of theft by my cheating ex-friend…my passion for wedding planning had been greatly diminished. But letting go of my long-awaited dream career after one mishap is not a possibility either.So much has passed since my last venture in
“It’s fine. I understand.” I assure her.“No, no. I insist. Patti tells me you have experience with party and wedding planning?” She asks.“Yes, I do.”“We have a relative getting married soon. I would like you to help plan the wedding. Please accept it as recompense for our horrid actions.”‘If I c
Nan’s POVMy career as a wedding planner is turning to dust before my eyes.That is the only explanation for the burning in my eyes. It is not tears…it’s not. It’s just the dust of my dreams in my eyes, that’s all.‘Am I cursed?’ I ponder.“A big mistake…can you elaborate on that?” I ask politely. H
That takes me aback some. “What? But how could I think of something by myself?” ‘This is not an easy fix,’ I think. ‘There’s no way I can do this alone.’ But Mr. Darren does not seem to feel any sympathy for my plight.“Don’t complain. Everyone else did their part correctly. This is your misstep.”
Nan’s POVThis must be a mistake!The man I talked to was skinny, tall, and brunette. Not this lean, short, red-haired man looking inquisitively at me and Mr. Darren. I know who I talked to.We had an entire conversation! ‘What is going on?’ I think angrily.“Jay, there is an issue we need to settle
“Are you feeling better now?” Mr. Darren eyes me critically.I give a bitter laugh. “Not really.”“It seems that this…accident will not be resolved too easily.” He remarks.“No, no, I don’t think it will.” I scoff.“Because the other party to this incident is unknown-”I interject. “But they aren’t.
Nan’s POVA silver lining in my cloud of turmoil flashes before me.I greedily grasp Mr. Darren’s verbal lifeline. “How? How do I fix this?”“You have made a dangerous enemy Ms. Lupa.” He grimly reminds me.“Mrs. Wolfsbane is not someone you or I could go up against. Especially not on her own home t
If…If…If…It is unfair. ‘But that seems to be my lot in life,’ I think. ‘No point in crying over spilled milk.’“Okay, okay. I get it.” I tell him.“Can I just have minute to think it over? I need to just…” I sigh.He nods. “I need to drop some paperwork off anyway. Let me know your decision when I