probably added a wedding spin to it. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. Finally, this was something he understood!
The wedding frau tore out a sheet of paper from her notebook and handed it to Georgie.
“That’s the address. My people will let them know you’re coming,” the frau instructed.
Georgie blinked with a puzzled expression. “When do we leave?”
What looked like one hell of a mischievous glint sparked in the wedding planner’s eyes.
“Tonight.”
5
Georgie
“You leave for a bridal boot camp tonight? But you just got engaged this morning! And how do you have time for boot camp? Your wedding is in two weeks?” Becca exclaimed.
Georgie leaned over and rested her elbows on the bookshop’s counter and cradled her head in her hands as Becca patted her back, and Irene smoothed the hair away from her face.
“Was that just this morning?” she said, staring at the wooden surface.
Between the Wake-Up Denver television proposal, followed by the Hydra of Denver’s champagne breakfast engagement party, where, by the way, she received no champagne and no breakfast, and then, the whirlwind bridal speed date through the Denver wedding underground, she could barely see straight.
Oh, and thanks to whatever they signed for the wedding frau, the planner’s assistant had informed them they weren’t able to breathe a word about anything they’d experienced this morning.
She couldn’t even tell her best friends she saw a giant container of sex toys with super-charged batteries.
“I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it to your engagement party,” Irene said, rubbing her belly. “This morning sickness is the real deal. And it’s not limited to only the morning! What jerk named it morning sickness?”
Georgie straightened and smoothed her apron. “Don’t feel bad. Jordan and I were only there long enough to see my mother in hyper-socialite mode before we had to leave.”
“For the whole wedding planning thing, right?” Becca asked with a sly twist to her lips.
Georgie cringed. “Hold on. They gave me a glow in the dark card for what I can say about the wedding.”
“Why would they give you a glow in the dark card?” Irene asked, sharing a perplexed look with her younger sister.
Georgie shook her head. “No, not glow-in-the-dark. It’s called the Glomar response.”
“What the hell is a Glomar response?” Irene asked, continuing to rub her hint of a belly.
Georgie grabbed the card from her purse, then cleared her throat. “I cannot confirm or deny that I have engaged in a contract with the entity known as the Denver Wedding Frau,” she said, reading the laminated slip of paper the assistant had given her.
“So, you can’t talk about anything related to your wedding? All we get is the date?” Irene asked.
Georgie sighed. “Think of my wedding like Voldemort, the event that shall not be named.”
Hermione gave her an imaginary high five for her cleverness.
“But it’s in two weeks! How will you get invitations out and have everything ready?” Becca pressed.
“She who cannot be named takes care of everything, and my mom has been generating and updating a wedding invitation guest list since I turned twenty-one,” Georgie answered.
Irene stopped rubbing her belly and cocked her head to the side. “Your mom has a database of people to invite to your wedding?”
Georgie bit back a weary grin. “Please, don’t tell me this surprises you?”
Irene sighed. “I guess not. Your mom is very…”
Georgie knew what her friend was thinking. “Lorraine Vanderdinkle is very, very. That truly sums it up,” she answered.
Becca’s brows knit together. “Could you at least tell us where you’re having the ceremony? Are you doing it locally, or will a fleet of unmarked cars be picking up the guests and driving everyone to a top-secret location?”
Georgie tossed the glo-whatever card under the counter, glanced around the shop, making sure nobody was within earshot.
“It’ll be at the Botanic Gardens at sunset,” she whispered.
Becca pressed her hand to her chest. “That’s so romantic.”
“I love outdoor weddings,” Irene added, then frowned. “But what about the weather? We are talking about Colorado in October. Snow, rain, blistering heat—anything can happen this time of year.”
Georgie waved her off. “We’ve got that covered. It’s going to be unseasonably warm that day.”
“How do you know?” Becca asked, her voice brimming with disbelief.
“In addition to everything wedding related in this city, our wedding planner, let’s call her, the Matriarch of Matrimony, seems to control the weather, too,” Georgie answered.
“Wow! The Matriarch of Matrimony sounds quite formidable,” Irene remarked.
“She certainly seems to know her stuff when it comes to weddings. And she’s not even scared of porcelain dolls,” Georgie added.
“Wow,