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

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    The girls wandered in late, but all three were excited to begin. They sat down across from Greer and she pulled out three wedding planner checklists. If there were going to be three brides, she was going to treat this like three concurrent weddings and just hope that most of the details matched. It was clear that Tiffi wasn’t up for much, though. She yawned and mainlined coffee while Bunni and Kiki chatted. Someone obviously wasn’t a morning person.
    Well, that was too bad. Greer had too much to do to cater to Tiffi. She checked her watch. Twenty minutes had passed and still no best man. “Let’s go ahead and start, shall we? We can just loop in the best man when he gets here.” When all three women looked as if they were going to burst with excitement, it was hard not to share their enthusiasm. Greer smiled at them. “Now, let’s consider this a brainstorming session, all right? No idea is too strange or too weird. We’ll throw it all out on the table and I’ll take notes, and we’ll see what we come up with, okay?” She glanced down at her checklist. “The first thing I’d normally go over with a bride-to-be is the budget, but I’m going to surge ahead and assume we’re fine with that. Let’s think about venues. Do we want to have the wedding here or at a church?”
    Tiffi snorted, and Bunni giggled.
    “I’m going to guess church is out. Perhaps here, then?”
    “What about a destination wedding?” Bunni asked.
    Oh god, if they wanted to do a destination wedding, she’d strangle the lot of them. “I’m pretty sure that if we’re planning anything other than an extremely, extremely small wedding, it’d be impossible to book anything at this late a date.”
    “What if we moved the wedding out another day or two?” Bunni blinked innocently at Greer. “Can we still do a destination wedding?”
    Bless her heart. Greer tried not to throw a pencil at her big blonde hair. “Most weddings are booked a year in advance.”
    All three women made a small “oh” of surprise. Now they were getting it. “I bet Stijn would like to have it here,” Kiki ventured.
    “Do you think we could put a big ice sculpture in the pool?” Tiffi asked. “That would be cool.”
    Bunni giggled. “Cool. Get it?”
    “I like the idea of having it here,” Greer agreed, charging ahead. That would make her life a hundred times easier. “Let’s go with that, shall we? You can just have the destination for, say, the honeymoon.”
    “Ooo, I’m thinking Bora Bora,” Kiki said.
    “Oh please,” Tiffi retorted. “I want to go someplace with a beach.”
    “Yeah,” Bunni agreed. “The mountains
suck
. I’d rather wear a bikini than a parka.”
    “Bora Bora is a beach, you doofus,” said Kiki.
    “Really? I thought it was like, where everyone tries to climb that big mountain.” Tiffi looked confused. “The one everyone dies on?”
    “Mount . . . Everest?” Greer blinked.
    “That’s it!”
    “I’m pretty sure that’s in Nepal.”
    Tiffi wrinkled her nose. “Is that a beach?”
    “No.” Thank goodness destination weddings were off the list, considering Tiffi didn’t know basic geography. Greer was going to get her a map for her wedding present. “We can decide on the honeymoon later. Let’s talk about guests. How big of a wedding do you want to have?”
    “Not very big,” Kiki said, glancing over at her sisters. “Right?”
    “No more than a thousand guests,” Tiffi said solemnly.
    “Each?” Bunni asked.
    “Yeah, each.”
    Three thousand guests? Here? Her father’s mansion had expansive grounds, but even that was ridiculous. “Do you guys even know three thousand people?”
    “Sure,” Tiffi said, and began to count off on her fingers. “There’s my nail lady, my makeup lady, my eyebrow lady, my bikini wax lady, my tanning salon lady, my personal trainer, my—”
    Greer held a hand up before Tiffi could count off three thousand people. “This is your wedding. This should