Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
"The only thing I've been able to do is book the food and the waitstaff," I huff, not used to not being the one in control.
"That's not true. We let you choose the dress," Presley retorts, leaning back in her chair when her phone beeps.
"And be happy we even let you handle that." Clarabella smiles at me. "And if I'm being honest, I would have chosen the other one." She gets up. "It's just a couple more minutes, and we will call you to come out, and you can take it all in." She looks over at Presley. "It gives us a chance to change."
"You're changing?" I ask, and they just look at me.
"Of course, we are changing. You aren't the only one who gave up carbs for the last six months," Clarabella says. "Also, would never recommend." I just laugh.
"But we felt so much better." I point at her.
"And I'll feel so much better tomorrow when I shove doughnuts down my pie hole," Presley says. "Pie . . . that sounds so good. I think I just drooled." She brings her hand to her mouth. "When you get married." She looks at Clarabella. "I'm not doing this carb-free shit."
"As if." Clarabella pffts at her. "You will be married before me." They walk to the door, then she looks back at me. "Only come out when I call you." She points at me and walks out of the room.
Getting up, I shake my head, looking down at the four-carat princess-cut ring sitting on my left hand. A smile comes to my face when I think of when he gave it to me. I don't know if I was expecting it or not, but deep down inside, I was more surprised than I thought I would be. Married. It was a big deal, especially with seeing the things I've seen doing my job. My stomach does a little flip, and I walk to look out the window as the florist truck pulls up.
When my sisters and I decided to go into business together, we got the idea from our mom and aunt, who ran a small wedding planning business. But the three of us didn't just want to plan weddings. No, we wanted to be the best event planners in the business, and with that came the idea to build our own event space. We bought a huge piece of land and slowly built it up.
Our main offices were in a nice little bungalow we built with three offices upstairs where the bedrooms would be, and the downstairs was a little setup of things we have done along with pictures of all our events. I look off toward the right and see the food truck as well. The main thing that took the longest to build was the event building.
It looks like a barn from the outside, but once you get inside, the wooden floors are rustic with exposed wooden beams that can be dressed up. It can fit up to five hundred and fifty people. Right behind the barn is a kitchen where the caterers can set up.
My eyes see another truck arriving and heading toward the little house adjacent to the event space. It's what usually sells the brides on this place. It's a massive three-bedroom bridal suite. I see white flowers being carried in as well as my dress. The dress that I spent about three months designing. The dress that I was sure in my heart was my dream dress. So what if when I tried it on, I didn't get that little butterfly feeling that everyone says you get, but I think it was just nerves.
I put my hand to my stomach, waiting for the butterflies to flutter and come up empty. "It's going to be fine," I tell myself. "It's just nerves because I haven't done anything."
My phone rings on my desk, and I walk over to see that it's Clarabella. "Hello." I put the phone to my ear, and I hear her walking somewhere.
"You may make your way down," she says, and I walk over to the shoes in the corner and slip them on. They are mesh with white diamond studs on them. I'm also wearing them tomorrow, and I've counted them as my something old. "Happy day before your wedding, Shelby," she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice. "It's going to be amazing."
"I know it will," I say to her. "No one knows me quite like you two," I say, smiling. "I'm on my way." I walk over to the mirror and take a final look at myself, tucking a piece of black hair behind one ear. The curls are still holding from this afternoon. My makeup is very natural, just like I wanted it. I take a deep breath. "Here we go."