Love on Beach Avenue (The Sunshine Sisters #1) - Jennifer Probst Page 0,14
room.
She dragged in a breath and tried to register calm. Then directed her words to her friend. “I’m so sorry, Ally. If you wait in the conference room, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Of course! Not a problem, take your time.”
She began to turn, relieved her friend was so easygoing, until Carter’s voice stopped her cold.
“Still getting yourself into catfights?” he asked, brow arched in mockery.
His remark made her want to howl in rage and frustration. The memory of that night hit full force. Drunk in a college bar, a group of catty girls had begun taunting Ally, and she hadn’t been able to curb her impulse to defend her best friend. Avery had jumped at them, fists flying. Carter had been the one to pick them up and talk the group of girls out of pressing any charges. God, she still remembered sitting in the back seat while he lectured her on reckless behavior, growing up, and acting responsibly.
Her ears burned as humiliation leaked through her. Again. “I’ve got this handled,” she shot back, glaring up at him even with her four-inch heels.
“Sure.” His voice and look registered skepticism. “But hurry it up. You’re already late for our appointment, and I can’t afford to have a delay in my itinerary.”
Oh yeah.
She despised Carter Ross.
Chapter Four
Carter studied the woman across the gleaming conference table. She’d restored her hair back into a neat little bun, reapplied lipstick, and exuded a calm, confident air that contradicted the fierce wildcat persona he’d seen outside minutes ago.
At first glance, Avery hadn’t changed at all. Her physical attributes were the same—from her curly honey-blonde hair and too-wide hazel eyes to her small build. Her curves had turned killer, especially emphasized in the tight pencil skirt and fire engine–red top, or maybe it was simply that he’d never noticed before because she’d been so young back then. Yes, she’d grown up well.
Not that it mattered.
A brawl on the porch of her business establishment was career suicide in his mind. He’d immediately decided to talk Ally out of using Avery’s services, no matter how many five-star reviews her business boasted.
But now, it was as if he were staring at a different woman. Fat folders surrounded Avery, all color coded and marked with various headers. A detailed calendar of events that needed to be completed was brought up on her laptop, counting down to D-Day, a red heart marking the date of the wedding. The conference room was beautifully decorated, and they’d been served sparkling water with lemon along with petits fours on delicate china while they waited. She’d apologized for the public display, excused herself for fifteen more minutes, and returned in professional mode. She had an air of confidence that hadn’t been there when she’d attended Georgetown, as if she’d finally settled into herself. The way she spoke with authority and walked with her shoulders back, posture strong. He assumed the two women had either left or killed each other, but when Avery entered the conference room, she acted like nothing had ever happened.
Still, he didn’t trust anyone who couldn’t handle her clients. He’d just seen proof that if things went wonky during his sister’s wedding, Avery wouldn’t be up to the task.
He’d tried to tell Ally this, but she was adamant it wouldn’t be an issue for them and was intent on using Avery. She also warned him about giving Avery a hard time. His sister wasn’t about to budge, determined to give her friend the business. Fine. Carter would have to make sure things were taken care of. Just like he always did.
“The main goal of today is to figure out your personal style and how you want it reflected in your wedding. Are you still obsessed with purple and silver?”
Ally laughed. “Guilty as charged. But is that overdone or tacky?”
Avery cocked her head. “It’s a classic combination that’s cool and sophisticated. There’s one important thing you need to remember. I don’t care if you come to me with zebra patterns—if it’s what you want, I will make sure it looks beautiful. That’s my job. Your job is to tell me everything you love and would like to incorporate for your day. Okay?”
Ally beamed. “Yes. Isn’t this exciting, Carter?”
He caught Avery’s gaze. Oh, she was good at this. Dislike shone in her eyes, but it was banked just enough that someone not looking for it wouldn’t notice. But he did. “Extremely. I can’t wait to see what’s next,” he drawled.