Pre-Wedding Pandemonium
~ Alyssa ~ If AQ had a soundtrack, it would be espresso hissing, Hope babbling, and Winston muttering darkly about logistics in my office instead of his own over at REH. It’s the morning after the pre-wedding shoot, and the boardroom looks like a tornado dressed in silk. Fabric rolls line one wall, colour charts and coffee cups occupy every inch of the table. Elle and Kelsi are in a heated debate — again — about whether “snow ivory” and “oyster pearl” are the same thing. Savannah and Charlie are calmly sipping tea like professional chaos-deniers. Hope is gumming a Post-it note while Markus pretends that’s normal parenting. I’m halfway through answering emails when my phone lights up with an unknown London number. I sigh, swipe, and hit speaker. “Good morning, Alyssa Rose—” “Miss Ros
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