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is, the price jumps like crazy if we wait till the last week in
October—something about Halloween, I guess. So we’re changing the date to
a week earlier. I know the restaurant had said they had an opening then as
well.”
    “ Mmmhmm ,”
I murmured, not really listening.
    “Is that a problem with the Barker
wedding?” Ginny asked.
    I looked up at her, lost. “Um, no,
there shouldn’t be any problem,” I said. Maybe she was asking me if it was
getting to be too hard, planning two weddings. “I can do both,” I assured her.
    “Good,” she said, and I turned my
full attention back to the screen, already thinking of my response to Kiki.
“October twenty-third it is then. I can’t wait!”

 
 
    Chapter Twelve

 
    ‘One fun pre-wedding
activity you may want to consider is an engagement party. This is a great way
to formally share your news with your friends and family. An engagement party
can be whatever scope you’re comfortable with—anything from drinks with a
small circle of friends to a grand sit-down dinner with your extended family.
The options are unlimited—just have fun and celebrate!’— The Bride’s Guide to a Fabulous Wedding .

 
    “Well,” I sighed, stretching my
arms over my head. “I think that’s it.”
    “You have the set-up crew
arranged?” Jason asked, looking uncharacteristically bleary and ruffled across
the table from me in the conference room.
    “Yeah, all taken care of.” I yawned
and rubbed my eyes.
    It was after ten already, but Jason
and I were still holed up in the conference room at NoLimits , going over the
last-minute details for the engagement party the following night. We’d been at
it for hours, and I was exhausted, but also fairly confident we had planned a
kick-ass party.
    “Alright,” he said. “We should
probably both go get some rest. Tomorrow will be a busy day.”
         I
stretched again, then stood, carefully packing my files and notebooks and
shutting down my laptop.
         “When
are you planning on getting to the site?” Jason asked, removing his suit jacket
from behind his chair and putting it on.
    “Probably around ten,” I said, stifling
another yawn as I put my laptop back in my case. “That’s when the flowers
should arrive and I want to oversee the setup.”
    Jason nodded. “I have some work to
do early, but I should be there around three. You can call me if you have any
problems before that.”
    “Sounds good.”
    We walked to the door and Jason
turned out the lights behind us. Walking through the hallways was kind of
eerie—we were the only people left in the building, even the cleaning
staff had left a few hours ago.
    “Oh, you got my email that I’ll be
leaving the ballroom around five to go help Kiki upstairs, right?” I asked
Jason, wrinkling my forehead, suddenly unable to remember if we had discussed
this or not. My brain felt foggy and way oversaturated with information. Not a
good sign.
    “Yeah, what does Kiki want you to
do?”
    “She wants me there when her
make-up artist and hairstylist arrive to oversee things,” I said, unable to
keep myself from rolling my eyes.
    Jason chuckled. “Sounds pretty
intense. Sure you can handle it?”
    “She just wants everything to be
perfect,” I replied, shrugging.
    “It will be perfect,” Jason said,
looking down at me. We had reached the elevator and I hit the call button.
    “I mean it, Jen. Everything is
going to be perfect tomorrow. You’ve done a great job.”
    Jason was looking at me intently,
his eyes boring into mine in a way that made me distinctly uncomfortable. I was
relieved when the elevator arrived and we were able to step on board.
    Jason and I had been putting in
long hours, mostly together, over the last two weeks in preparation for this,
the first major event of the Barker wedding. He had become slightly more
bearable lately, but not much. He had actually apologized for his outburst
after the venue selection day—though he had prefaced his