“So what happened?”
“Aiden talked her down from the ledge and somehow got her to leave without making a scene.”
“I’m not surprised. He could persuade me to do just about anything.”
I felt a twinge in my stomach.
“And I’m probably even crazier than she is.”
“Neck and neck I’d say.”
“Wait- back up,” she said, setting her bowl down and plucking the last honeycomb out with her fingers. “How did you do Claire’s hair?”
“Simple updo. Loose tendrils around her face. She would’ve been gorgeous no matter what I did though. She was like straight out of a bridal magazine.”
“I wish my Daddy were rich.”
“Don’t we all?”
“Was I right about the bobby pins?”
“Totally. She thought I was a saint because I gave her a box so none of her bridesmaids would be caught out.”
“That was nice of you.”
I shrugged. “What would’ve been really nice is if I’d had a card or something because apparently loads of her friends are getting married this fall and thought I did a good job.”
She scrunched her face. “I didn’t even think about that.”
“Me neither. Remind me to make sure Aiden gives her my info so she can pass it on.”
“I’m sure he will.”
“Yeah,” I said, knowing he’d probably intimidate them into hiring me if I asked him to.
“So blah blah the ceremony was gorgeous and you barely held it together.”
I laughed. “Basically.”
“And did he look so handsome?”
“He did,” I said, leaning against the back of the couch. “You probably would’ve choked on your tongue if you’d seen him in his tux.”
“I’m sure I would’ve,” she said. “Gladly.”
“Wait- before I forget- Chelsea isn’t the only one who crashed the wedding.”
“I’m starting to think I should’ve come after all.”
“Nathan showed up-”
“The lawyer guy?”
“Yeah, with the cops.”
“No.”
“Yes.”