Three Stepbrothers’ Prize by Nicole Casey EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Nicole Casey
- Language: English
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I tapped my heel on the carpet of the venue as I listened to the wedding
planner talk. Well, I was zoning out really.
Stopping in that evening was the last thing I wanted to do, but my mom was
getting remarried. As her maid of honor, it was my duty to make sure
everything was in place. And there were a lot of things to check off the lists
“So, what do you think?” Sarah asked as she leaned close to me with a
gleeful smile on her face. She had bouncy auburn hair and the biggest blue
eyes in the world. Well. What did I think? That maybe the venue was too big,
or the details too extravagant. I mean, who needed umpteen thousand flowers
for a single afternoon?
“Great,” I said, forcing a smile back. Not as gleeful. “And we can come
Sarah nodded, then glanced at the clipboard she had clung to during the tour.
“Yep. Everything is already decorated and set, we’re ready to go.”
Yay. My mom was in love, that much was clear, but I guess I never expected
her to remarry. My dad had only passed away a few years ago, so everything
still felt fresh. And Danforth Rolsom, Mr. Billionaire himself, was nothing
like my dad. It was such a turnaround.
“Well, thanks then. I’ll see myself out.”
Sarah gave me a nod, then she went back to the rear of the building, the place
that housed a small kitchen, an office, and the dressing rooms. The wedding
venue had it all. A place for the ceremony, then a place for the reception. And
everything, just as Sarah said, was already in place. White lilies on each
table, soft pink candles, ribbons, fine china, stemware. Sarah and her
company had taken care of every last detail.
My favorite, though, was the kitchen. It was quaint and cozy, and it reminded
me of baking with my dad. Long weekends hovered over a steaming stove,
fresh pastries from the oven. It was heaven.
I headed to the front where the double doors stood about ten-feet tall. Arched
high to a point, the entrance was like a cathedral. The heavy cherry-wood
doors held elaborate designs and a thick brass handle each. If that didn’t set
the tone, I didn’t know what would.
Outside, I found the day to be even more foggy than I remembered. I was in
the venue for about an hour, making sure everything was ready for the
ceremony tomorrow. Now that it was almost six, the autumn evening was
settling in. I went across the street and got into my car, and not two seconds
after turning the key, I heard a deafening honk and a screech of tires just
outside my door.
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