Trent had watched Lauren over the past several months as she tried to keep up with Michaels Construction and learn how to run the events at the Mansion. Sometimes he and Porter went up to the grounds and hung out while she walked around with Mabel, taking notes.
She was exhausted most of the time, and Trent didn’t blame her. She always made time for him and Porter, and she’d encouraged him to pursue the idea of training canine dogs full-time.
“So we’re getting married tomorrow,” he said to her when he arrived at the Mansion on September ninth.
She grinned. “We sure are.”
“You have everything ready?”
“Yes,” she said. “My parents are coming tonight sometime. Gillian is picking up the dress and staying with me tonight.” She straightened from where she was putting towels in a low cabinet.
