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WHITLEY
The next evening, I’d just finished getting ready when I heard English downstairs. I threw on my strappy heeled sandals and hurried downstairs to find English standing there in a long yellow dress.
“You made it!” I cried, pulling English in for a hug.
They were staying at the Kensington house but hadn’t been able to make it to the vineyard last night because of some last-minute wedding fiasco. I’d offered to stay, but she’d insisted Gavin and I go to the Hamptons.
“We made it,” she said. “Wedding fiasco averted.”
“What happened?”
English rolled her eyes. “Nora came into town for a meeting, but when we went through the list of vendors I was working with, we discovered that the old wedding planner had canceled them all.”
I gaped at her. “What?”
“Yep. She was less than thr
