get married at the Town Hall. Don’t think they won’t.”
Sylvie exhaled. “I suppose the sunflowers do look very cheerful,” she said at last.
“There you go.” Letitia patted her on the back. One problem down, a half-dozen to go. Luckily, Brooke arrived to handle the rest of the mayhem, leaving Letitia to slip into her wedding outfit, and get her hair and makeup done.
“Thank you a million times for not picking matching bridesmaids dresses,” she told Eliza, smoothing down the fabric. Her gown was light-as-air blue chiffon, cut in a flattering strapless style.
“You’re welcome,” Eliza said, as two different hair stylists curled and spritzed her. “It was the least I could do after you single-handedly kept this whole thing from falling apart.”
“It was a group effort!” Letitia protested. “Brooke, and Paige, and—”
“I know, they’ve all been amazing. But you’re the one who kept Sylvie from taking over, and blowing it all out of control.” Eliza gave her a hug. “Everything’s exactly how I wanted. Thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure.” Letitia beamed.
Paige arrived to start dressing Eliza, leaving Letitia to snag another bottle of champagne, and make her way down the hallway to where the groomsmen were set up, looking way more relaxed.
“Can we trade?” Letitia asked Cal, only half-kidding. He already was dressed in his suit and tie, looking dapper, and his college buddies were sprawled on the leather couches, eating snacks and watching sports. “You take my mom in meltdown, and I’ll just hang here, maybe have a nap…”
Cal grinned. “No deal,” he said. “But I will let you have some pizza.”
“Pizza!” Letitia gasped in awe. “Paige won’t let anything with sauce through the door, in case it gets on the dresses.”
“I won’t tell if you don’t.” Cal handed her a slice, and they stepped out onto the room’s terrace. It overlooked the back of the hotel grounds, where she could see the rows of white chairs all set up leading to the altar, which was adorned with sunflowers and ribbons, fluttering in the breeze.
“It looks perfect,” she said happily, and Cal nodded through a mouthful of pizza.
“Mmhmnnghm.”
She laughed, and tucked a paper napkin over his collar. “No cold feet?” she checked, in case he needed a pep talk. But Cal just smiled, looking completely relaxed.
“Nope. I can’t wait to do this.”
“Well, that’s one thing off my ‘worst case scenario’ list,” she said, pretending to wipe sweat from her brow.
He chuckled. “What else did you plan contingencies for?”
“Well, you bolting, thunderstorms, food poisoning, Eliza having a cat fight with Aunt Mindy in the middle of the reception…” Letitia ticked them off, and Cal grinned.
“I think you can relax. I’ve got a feeling, today’s going to go just fine.”
“You know, I think you’re right.”
Letitia took a bite of pizza, feeling relaxed… which was new, considering she was right in the middle of a major Prescott family event. Usually, those meant she had to fix on a bright smile and be on constant alert for damage control, but today, she was too happy to care.
“So, is it going to be you and Chase heading down the aisle next?” Cal asked, as if reading her mind.
“How did you know?” she started to ask, before he raised a smug eyebrow.
“Come on, it’s Sweetbriar Cove.” He grinned. “Cassie told Riley, who told Grayson, who mentioned it to Summer. I got the news delivered fresh with my morning muffins.”
Letitia laughed. “That sounds about right,” she agreed. “To be honest, I’m surprised it took that long. June must be slipping.”
Cal regarded her for a moment, looking thoughtful. “I’m glad it’s working out. You look happy.”
“I am,” she replied with a grin. “Blissfully, wonderfully, amazingly happy.”
“Do I need to threaten to beat his ass if he hurts you?” Cal added. “Because I may not look tough in this suit, but I could roll up my sleeves, and give him a particularly threatening glare, if you need.”
He put on a scowling expression, and Letitia laughed. “Thanks for the offer, but I don’t think your menacing services will be needed,” she reassured him. “I have a good feeling about this one.”
Cal nodded. “And Nick mentioned something about a job at Sterling, too…?”
She gave a non-committal smile. “We’re negotiating. I’ll see if they make a good offer.”
Cal whistled, looking surprised. “I never thought I’d see the day, but I’m happy you’re going after what you want. You deserve it.”
“I do, don’t I?” Letitia said lightly, and they both laughed, as Chase stepped out onto the terrace.
“They said I’d find you here.” He