Free Diary of a Wedding Planner in Love (Tales Behind the Veils Book 2) by Violet Howe

acknowledge the inherent bitchiness in my attitude, but sometimes working with the public just brings it out of you. And since it happens every single time we do an exit, it has long since gotten old.
    He smiled a bit wider as his face turned red. "I thought they were potato chips before, so I didn't take any."
    What the hell?
    Why would I stand at the exit of a wedding ceremony and pass out potato chips? No napkin or plate. Just reach on into this fancy white wicker basket and grab yourself a handful of greasy potato chips.
    Like, here's your chips. There's dip in the parking lot.
    Why?
    Why would I have a random basket of potato chips? At a freakin' wedding ceremony? And why on God's green earth would I be asking people to toss potato chips at the bride and groom as they exited?
    I honestly think working in customer-service-oriented fields can make you hate people. Especially the dumb ones. Every time I begin to chastise myself for thinking such nasty thoughts, someone comes along like Potato Chip Guy and does or says something so stupid I just can't get past it.
    Cabe had left by the time I got home, and when I called he was at his buddy Dean's playing video games. So I went to Carmen's for dinner. I've really missed our trusty office assistant since she went out on maternity leave, so I had fun playing with baby Lila and catching up with Carmen, but my thoughts never strayed far from Cabe.
    When we're apart now, I feel like a piece of me is missing. I wonder if he feels the same way.
    He texted me to call him when I got home, but he was still out playing when I called, so we'll talk tomorrow. Looks like it's just me and Roscoe in the bed tonight. At least it still smells like Cabe's cologne.
    I'm so pathetically in love.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Sunday, January 19th
     
     
    Spent the day at his mom's house today. I worried Galen might be there, but she and Tate had gone to Miami for the weekend. If Maggie shares her daughter's vehement disapproval of me, she didn't let on today. If it shocked her to see us kissing and nuzzling on the couch, she never showed it. She acted the same as always. Fussing over whether or not we had enough to eat, cracking jokes, ribbing Cabe, and providing her unique commentaries on whatever movies we watched.
    The day was comfortable. Natural. Like I was part of the family.
    We had gone back to the pool house after the last movie, and I was sitting on the bar counter with Cabe standing between my knees, sliding his hands up and down my back as we kissed. The counter put me at a perfect height for us to be face to face with my arms draped around his neck.
    "Do you have any idea how happy you make me?" Cabe asked.
    I shrugged and shook my head. "No."
    He laughed and wrapped me in his arms. "I just can't get enough of you."
    "Really?" I grinned, my face just inches from his.
    "Yes, really! Are you kidding me? I have truly never been happier than I am right now."
    I arched my eyebrows and smirked, his admission catching me off-guard and filling me with a shy giddiness.
    He lifted his hands through my hair and cupped my cheeks. "You're happy, right?"
    "Yes." I grinned from ear to ear. "Blissfully so."
    He kissed me again, soft and sweet this time, and when he pulled back to look at me, I just knew he was going to tell me he loved me. It was like the perfect time. I was all ready to say it back, too, but instead of professing undying love, he asked if I wanted to stay over. I should have said yes. Everything in me screamed yes, but my head couldn't get past his mom being in the house next door with my car in her driveway all night. My mama may be telling me it's okay to sleep with him, but I don't know that his mama would be on board with that. I still remember how mortified I was when Maggie walked in the pool house and found me in Cabe's bed a couple of months ago. Fully clothed, of course, but I still felt like a skank slipping out past her. We may be grown adults, but she's still his