The Moment of Letting Go - J. A. Redmerski Page 0,5
creativity to work.
Once Paige is out of earshot, I say in a respectful, even manner, “You know, Paige has a great eye for this stuff. She can really help out with the setup.”
Veronica tosses her head back majestically and laughs in a gentle manner so as not to overly alter her smooth complexion. I’m not sure what to make of that, her laughing, but it leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
I look over when I feel her hand touch my shoulder.
“I’m sure she’s helpful,” she says with a twinkle in her deep blue eyes. “But today she’s the perfect coffee girl. Come. I’ll show you what I intend to do with the archway.”
Wow. Talk about a sour taste …
Long after Paige gets back with the coffee, she and I are listening to Veronica’s harping demands and superior personality. But it looks like I’m the only one of us who can let it all roll right off my back. For the most part.
“And I thought Cassandra was bad,” Paige mumbles under her breath. She ties another long ribbon around the back of a chair.
I tie a ribbon around the chair next to hers, afterward wedging a finger behind the satiny material to straighten out the fabric pinched beneath it.
“It comes with the job sometimes,” I tell her quietly. “You just have to learn to ignore it.”
“I don’t know how you do it,” she says, standing up, her lips pinched in frustration.
Sometimes I don’t either, but somehow I manage.
Veronica walks up carrying a clipboard pressed against her breasts.
“I guess this is all we can do until my parents get here later,” she says. “They’re due around six, so until then I suppose we can all take a break.”
“Thanks, but I have a lot to do,” I say. “Phone calls to make and—”
“Suit yourself,” Veronica says, twirling a wrist, “but if those phone calls have anything to do with the wedding, I’ve got all that under control.”
I just look at her, surprised, not liking the sound of that at all. Veronica smiles importantly—her assistants stand next to her, staring down into their phones.
With that famous fake smile of mine, my teeth grind harshly behind my closed lips. “You already called the caterer and—”
“Not yet, but it’s next on my to-do list,” she interrupts me again. “Take a break, girl. You look like you need one.”
I’m sure that last comment wasn’t meant in the kindest of terms, but like everything else I dislike about her, I let it slide. Paige isn’t as forgiving, and glares at Veronica with flames in her eyes. I step in front of Paige quickly to distract Veronica before she notices.
“I appreciate the help,” I say, “but don’t worry yourself with the phone calls; I’ll take care of them. We’ll finish up here and then I’ll take you up on that break.” I smile, hoping Veronica takes the bait. I want to get her as far away from the arrangements—and the vendors—as possible.
Veronica, probably not used to being struck down once, much less twice, in just a few hours, manipulates the inside of her mouth with her teeth and just looks at me, wordless and quietly disapproving. Then she says something about how she needs to go lie in the sun, and walks away with her assistants, sashaying her hourglass hips down the center aisle as if she were the one getting married tomorrow.
“I swear, Sienna,” Paige says, “I feel like I need to shower every time she’s within five feet of me so I don’t get infected with cuntilitis.”
As Paige’s best friend, I would have to agree with that, but as her boss, I decide to keep my mouth shut this time rather than fueling the fire.
“Do me a favor,” I tell Paige, “and call the vendors to make sure everything’s on schedule. I’m going to finish up here and check on a few more things just in case Veronica got any other ideas.”
“I’m a step ahead of you,” Paige says. “Was thinking the same thing.”
Later I do find time for a short break and I end up on the beach with my camera. Hawaii is too beautiful not to photograph, and so I sacrificed lunch to take advantage of it while I could. As I inch closer to where Veronica is sitting on her towel with long, tanned legs stretched out like landing strips in front of her, I make it a point to keep my distance. I just want to get a few shots of the