Free The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake: Billionaires and Bridesmaids 4 by Jessica Clare Page A

father?”
    “No, I do. It’s just . . . a month is fine.” She felt faint at the thought, but she also didn’t want to let her father down.
    She’d just have a really, really busy month.
    ***
    Gretchen: What do you mean, you’re going to be in Vegas for the next month???
    Greer: I’m so sorry. Did you see the press release that my father sent out? He’s marrying one of his girlfriends and he wants me to handle the ceremony. I’m so sorry.
    Gretchen: But we have cake tastings on Thursday!!!!!!!!!! Look at how many exclamation points I’m using!!!!!!!! CAKE! TASTING!!!
    Greer: I know. I’m so, so sorry. Please don’t hate me. It’s just . . . he’s my father. And it’s all very sudden but it’ll be over in a month.
    Gretchen: I can’t believe you’re bailing on cake tastings. Isn’t that something preggo ladies are supposed to be crazy about?
    Greer: Can you bring Hunter with you?
    Gretchen: Only if I want him to give me smoldering looks the entire time and distract me.
    Greer: Well, that’s not so terrible, is it? :)
    Gretchen: You crazy romantic, you. Fine. I’ll bring Taylor or Edie or someone. FINE.
    Greer: I really am sorry.
    Gretchen: I’m just giving you shit. You know I love you. And you know I’ll be texting you pictures of everything to make sure it meets your approval.
    Greer: This sounds like a plan. :)
    Gretchen: So seriously, which girlfriend is he marrying?
    Greer: That is the million dollar question, isn’t it?
    Gretchen: Oh man, I wish I could be a fly on THAT wall. That sticky, sticky wall.
    Greer: Gross, Gretchen! That’s my dad.
    Gretchen: Yeah, but your dad’s a stud. An old, somewhat creepy stud, but still a stud.
    Greer: Thanks for that.
    Gretchen: Consider that visual subtle revenge for bailing out on the cake tasting. That and I’m going to get marzipan vaginas to decorate the edges of the groom’s cake.
    Greer: I’m sorry, and no you are not.
    Gretchen: Fine, fine, I’m not.
    ***
    Greer sat down in the dining room with her wedding checklists the next morning after breakfast. There were so many things to be done, and such a short time frame in which to do it. Every time she thought of the one-month deadline, she panicked a little.
One day at a time, Greer
, she told herself. A daily checklist of tasks to be done would help.
    She’d started late last night, gathering information. Luckily her father and
The Dutchman
magazine already had a publicist, so they’d worked together to craft a publicity statement to send to all the major news outlets. Her father had wanted it to be a news event, and it was already. Her personal Facebook was flooded with friends linking to the news articles, and her phone was flooding with texts. She tried not to read most of the articles sent to her, since the vast majority mocked her father, his magazine, and his three girlfriends. Poor Bunni, Kiki, and Tiffi. She knew they were excited at the prospect of (possibly) marrying her father, but they were going to be dragged through the mud until then. Heck, probably even after.
    It was going to be a big mess, and she was in charge of it.
    Heaven help her.
    She had a cup of hot tea sitting in front of her and had been making notes on her checklists while waiting for the triplets to wake up. Her stomach wasn’t erupting at the smell of breakfast anymore, which was good. She didn’t have time for more morning sickness. There was far too much to be done and too little time to do it in. She’d left a note for the triplets to meet her at eleven, and a note with her father’s assistant to contact the best man and to get his information to Greer. She’d been so shocked last night at her father’s big reveal that she’d completely forgotten to get the man’s name. To her surprise, the best man had agreed to be at the first planning meeting this morning. That would definitely make things easier, considering he was going to stand in for her father (who had left early to be on-site for a photo