Calamity Rayne Gets Hitched Read Online Lydia Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Funny Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
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“Since it’s just us ladies,” Quinn said, flipping to a different section of the binder. “Let’s talk themes. I usually recommend staying close to your natural style. That way you achieve something flattering and organic.”

My natural aesthetic could be loosely defined with a lump of wool. But I didn’t think anxious ball of yarn qualified as a wedding theme.

The wedding wasn’t about me anyway. It was for Hale and he had a very specific vision in his head.

“I think Hale likes sophistication and luxury.” Those words pretty much defined the groom’s family, especially Hale who was the most cultured and refined Davenport of the bunch in my opinion.

She made a note. “ Classic. Good. What about colors? Have you created a mood board?”

What the hell was a mood board? At the moment, my mood was teetering between hangry-lemur and skittish-bunny. “I don’t know what a mood board is.”

“Do you use Pinterest?”

“For recipes on occasion. But we mostly eat out.”

“Well, there’s a whole wedding world to be discovered on the internet. Once you create your wedding’s mood board, you can add anything you like to it with the click of a button.

This sounded like homework. “What kind of stuff would I add?”

“Anything. Don’t take it too literally. If you see a pillow that inspires you, add it. We don’t necessarily need to find that exact pillow, but we can use it for design inspiration.”

Inspiring pillow. Check. “What else?”

“Anything. You can add images of fine art, travel destinations you’ve visited with Hale, moody images that make you pause, clips from cinema—get creative with it.”

My ears tuned into the hall as new pressure anchored me to my chair. Hale better wrap up that call shortly or we were going to wind up with a beer and tequila mood board because that was the only thing that struck me as inspiring at the moment. Then I wondered if I could somehow use this mood board project to get out of other wedding-gate work.

“You’ll also need to create a registry before the engagement party. You can always add more as the wedding gets closer, but it’s nice for guests to have a place to start. This is where your mood board will come into play. Guests will understand the theme and tone of your wedding at a glance when they see the sort of gifts you’ve selected for the registry.”

The thought of people buying presents made me uncomfortable. The Davenports had more money than most. We should be the ones giving out gifts. Well, Hale should. I could afford to give out hugs.

The engagement party sounded like a scrimmage wedding before the real thing. Was such an event really necessary? Wouldn’t an invitation be enough to let the guests know a wedding was coming? If I found a get-out-of-jail-free card on any side parties I was cashing it in. One big wedding was more than enough for my social awkwardness.

Quinn closed the binder and flattened her palms on the table. “I assume we’ve lost him for the rest of the meeting?”

I glanced at the hall. It sounded like he’d returned to his office which meant the call was important and required his full attention. I sighed. “Probably. But I’ll catch him up on everything.”

Maybe Hale would have some input about the moody pillows. If anything, he could probably relieve this crippling fear that I might choose the wrong thing and humiliate the Davenports in front of all their bajillionaire friends.

Quinn gave an apologetic smile. “I should have brought this up at the beginning of the meeting when we were all present, but I wanted to get to know both of you, first, so I had a better idea of what you envisioned.”

She sounded ominous, like she was about to share something Hale should be present to hear. “Is something wrong?” Was she breaking up with us so soon?

“It’s a complication, not a deal breaker.”

Oh crap. I drew in a big breath. Maybe it was better Hale wasn’t here. “Give it to me straight.”

“I’m aware that you want a venue with a panoramic view of Manhattan.”

I nodded. That was Hale’s thing, but I wanted it for him. “Yes.”

“I found a venue. It’s perfect really. A two-story open space on the fortieth floor, vacant, and already gutted leaving an open area of thirty-thousand square feet.”

My eyes widened. Hale would love that.

“We could transform the entire place to fit your vision. There’s room for ceiling installations and draping, we’d have a blank palette for breakout lounge furniture, stage rentals, acoustics, whatever you envision we could achieve in a space like this.”

It sounded too good to be true. “You said there was a complication.”

Her lips pressed tight and she dropped her gaze. “It’s only available for the spring.”

I hadn’t thought about seasons yet. “Spring weddings are nice⁠—”

“This spring, as in April.”


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