Kelley Armstrong - Wedding Bell Hell

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Wedding Bell Hell
Countdown: 3 weeks
Cross-legged on the bed, I stared at the white blanket of papers around us.
I leafed through the stack in my hand. “Roses, carnations or orchids? Chicken, fish or
beef? A play-list, guest requests or a mix of both? Photos inside, out or off-site? Rent a limo,
car or use our own.”
I threw the papers up and letting them drift down around me. “We rented the hall, reserved
the chapel, picked caterers and florists and photographers and DJs . . . and still the work never
stops. Isn’t that what we hired all these people for?”
I looked over at the page Lucas was studying. “What’s that one for? Valet parking,
self-serve or minibuses?”
“Matchbooks.”
“Match—? What do we need matchbooks for? To light the centerpieces?”
“No, as I recall, we have yet to reach the critical ‘table arrangement’ decision.”
“Candles. Just stick some candles . . . or maybe the goldfish bowls Savannah wants. Or
your mom’s disposable camera idea, to get some candid shots—”
I slapped my palms to my temples and thumped back onto the bed. Lucas rubbed my bare
feet. After a moment, I peeked through my fingers.
“Do I even want to know about the matchbooks?”
“Probably not.”
“Procrastinate, and we’ll only have more work later. Let’s get it over with.”
“Well, it appears that commemorative matchbooks were included in the cost of our wedding
invitation package.”
“Oh? Bonus. Okay, then, now onto the next order of—”
He lifted his hand from my foot, finger rose. “Not so quickly, I’m afraid. We need to
decide what we want the matchbooks to say.”
“Oh, I don’t care. Paige and Lucas. Lucas and Paige. Whichever. Then the date. There,
on to—”
“Color.”
“Color of—?”
“The matchbook and the text. We also need to select a typeface. And artwork. Plus, they’d
like to know if, for an extra hundred dollars—”
“—we can cancel the damned matchbooks altogether?”
He chuckled and resumed my foot massage. I let myself enjoy it before pushing onto my
elbows.
“You realize there’s only one answer.”
“To which question?”
“All of them.”
He arched his brows.
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“Elopement,” I said.
He shifted closer to me, carefully moving the papers aside as he did. “If you really want—”
“We can’t. Your mother—”
“Has already said it’s our choice. Yes, she’d like a church wedding but, having found
someone actually willing to marry me, she’s not about to quibble over the specifics.”
“But she’d be disappointed. And your father wouldn’t forgive us.”
“Which, one could argue, is all the reason we need to elope.”
I play-punched his leg. “You don’t mean that. Things are going very well with your
father—far better than I even expected. He wants us to get married and, while that does cause
me moments of heart-pounding ‘there’s gotta be a catch’ dread, at this point, I don’t care. If a
church wedding makes him happy, it’s a small price to pay.” I lifted the ledger where we were
tracking our wedding budget. “Well, not a small price, but worthwhile.”
Still holding the ledger, I glanced over at Lucas. “He still letting us run the show, right?
Hasn’t insisted on paying again?”
Lucas shook his head. “Just general ‘if the costs get to be too much . . .’ reminders that
he—and his checkbook—are available.”
“And . . . nothing else, right? No advice, no suggestions . . .?”
“None.”
“Which worries you.”
“Terrifies me.” He forced a small smile. “But perhaps he realizes this is one area where his
interference wouldn’t be welcome.” He paused. “And, in the more likely event that he’s simply
lying low, plotting his mode of attack, we have the backup plan.”
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I grinned. “We do, indeed. Now, onto the next life-or-death matter.” I flourished a page.
“Rubber chicken, dried-out beef or fish that hasn’t seen water in weeks . . .”
Countdown: 1 week
Savannah and I were out front planting mums for fall. I wasn’t much of a gardener, but I
figured, as a homeowner in a neighborhood with magazine-ready gardens, I should at least make
some effort.
“I wouldn’t,” Savannah said, as I explained why we were out here. “If you can’t compete,
don’t join the race, my mom always said. Better a spectator than a loser.”
“Dig,” I said, pointing.
“And like you have time for this crap. What’s more important? Saving the world from evil
or having a pretty garden? It’s stupid.”
“No, it’s ‘fitting in.’ Now dig.”
A horn honked, and I looked up to see a sporty little black car pulling to the curb, passenger window sliding down. Leaning over from the driver’s seat was a tall woman in her
late forties, her dark hair short and stylishly tousled, broad grin lighting up an unexceptional
face.
“You girls look busy,” she called.
“Maria.”
I smiled, and stripped off my dirty gloves. Savannah tossed her trowel onto the sidewalk,
and bounded over, arms wide.
“Gra—” she began.
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WeddingBellHellCountdown:3weeksCross-leggedonthebed,Istaredatthewhiteblanketofpapersaroundus.Ileafedthroughthestackinmyhand.“Roses,carnationsororchids?Chicken,fishorbeef?Aplay-list,guestrequestsoramixofboth?Photosinside,outoroff-site?Rentalimo,caroruseourown.”Ithrewthepapersupandlettingthemdriftdow...

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