CHAPTER 107

ELLA'S POV

The morning air was cool as I trudged back to the planner's office, the load of today's tasks weighing heavily on me. Or so I thought I had picked out the perfect vendor. But something nagged at me, an annoying unease I couldn't just push aside.

The planner, Sandra, had seemed perfectly professional when we first met, but today I felt tiny things were off. Her smile was different-too tight. Her gaze flickered away a lot more than it had previously, almost as if she didn't want to make eye contact. I told myself that was probably nothing. Just nerves. Big events tended to make people jittery, even seasoned vendors like her.

Yet, I could not help but wonder if Madame Browne had already started her meddling. I really would not put it past her to throw a spanner in my works the moment I was getting too comfortable. She'd made her displeasure known, subtly attempting to corner me at every turn. Slip once, and she'd make sure I fell hard.

I took a deep breath in and squared my sh