“If it’s Jorgen’s, then yes,” Lauren said. “They’re on my list.” She flipped to the front page of the flower section. Every divider that marked a new section had a list taped to the back of it—Lauren’s preferences, based on what she knew about Hilton Head after living there for several months. She tapped the taped list of florists. “Right there.”
“Is Blake helping with anything wedding-related?” Joy asked.
“He’s going to be in charge of the food,” Lauren said. “He knows what I like, and he’s from the island, so we thought it was a good fit.”
Joy turned the pages back to catering, which did not have a list taped to it yet. “Ah, that’s why this section doesn’t have a list.” She giggled afterward, and Lauren hipped her away from the binder.
“He’ll do it,” she said, but she couldn’t help l
