Free Amalfi Coast (That Wedding Girl Book 2) by Maggie Way

pots. “So the caterers are all okay?”
    “Yep, they are already making the canapés. The head chef complained, something about the oven settings not being hot enough but I got the hotel manager to sort that out.”
    “And the cake?” He asks.
    Ugh . The cake, the brunt of my stress. “The delivery guy said they are having trouble with traffic, but he insisted he will be here in roughly thirty minutes, so that’s still plenty of time to put it on the table. Can you meet him and direct him to the kitchen? I have to check on Amelia then, make sure she’s ready to start making her way down,” I order, rubbing my temples. The cake better show up here in one piece. What kind of a wedding would there be without the perfect cake?
    “Sure. And the musicians?”
    “Yep. I will also need you to meet them as they are arriving in twenty to get setup and practise. All their numbers are on the run sheet.”
    “Any emails that need to be responded to?”
    “No, everything’s done,” I conclude as I start walking towards the arch to check it one more time.
    Out from the corner of my ear, I hear heels clicking down the hall. I turn around to see Amelia’s mother Karen who calls out to me. “Lacey! Amelia wants you now.”
    Oh no, what is it? The only time the bride has asks for me before the wedding is when she’s nervous, feels sick, or wants relationship advice. I’ve had to deal with all three. And with one particular client…all at once.
    I turn to Gabe, pushing my headset away. “Crap, I have to go. Will you be okay?”
    Gabe flicks his hand. “Go, go!”
    I kiss him on the cheek. “Legend! I’m just a phone call away if anything goes wrong.”
    “Just fawn all over her and tell her she looks hot. Works every time!” he yells at me as I scurry down the aisle to meet Karen.
    Amelia’s mother rushes me to the private room behind the church and opens the door to see Amelia gazing at her reflection in the full length mirror.
    “Oh my god, you look beautiful,” I gush at the sight of her, and it’s not because Gabe told me to do so. With her auburn hair styled in loose tendrils fastened in a casual half ponytail with small white roses embedded in her hair, she looks like a Grecian goddess in her off the shoulder chiffon dress. Belted to make her tiny waist look even tinier, the dress stops right before her ankles. Even though she is barefoot, she doesn’t need to wear  heels. She looks perfect.
    “You look hot!” I walk up and kiss her gently on her cheek, getting a whiff of her scent of cut roses. Might as well inject some Gabe flavour where I can.
    “Speak for yourself, you look good!” She looks at me. “You look so different with your hair up. It shows off your lovely face.”
    I’m just in my standard work attire – a knee length black shift dress and black pumps. “Nah, I always tie my hair up at weddings, it’s just easier. So, your mum said you wanted you to see me?”
    She purses her bare lips, yet to be applied with lipstick. “I just wanted to say thank you for all of this. I know that this may have not been the easiest thing to do, coming here after what happened.”
    “You don’t have to—”
    She puts up a hand, begging me to stop. “Just let me finish please.”
    I nod quietly and she continues.
    “This is going to be such an exciting time in your life and I think you are going to do great things. Enjoy every second, no more holding back okay? You deserve happiness. Not only are you an awesome person, you’re someone I really admire.”
    I look at her, my mouth popped open. Even if her hair and clothes are different, she hasn’t changed one bit – she is still the kind-hearted and sweet girl I knew.
    “You are not allowed to make me emotional!” I lean in to hug her again, hugging her extra tight. “You deserve this, girl. He is a wonderful man and he is so lucky to have you. Don’t ever forget that.”
    She hugs me back, equally as tight. “I know your Prince Charming is