Deirdre smiled to herself as she lit a pretty, pale pink candle and gently lowered it into the water. “There.” That was the last one, and as she looked down the table, a sense of peace and joy filled her.
The vines were gorgeous, and false ones wouldn’t have been nearly as stunning. Relief and gladness spread through her that Jungle Plants had been able to get the order in on time. Katelin was going to be radiant and beautiful too, and she deserved a dance, dinner, and reception to match.
Aiden moved around the already finished parts of the ballroom, snapping pictures of all the details. He was an exceptionally good photographer, and Deirdre appreciated that he could make all the things she’d brought together look so brilliant.
“The wind is picking up.” Meg’s voice came through Deirdre’
