Cassie widened her eyes and covered her mouth. “Oops,” she said and then looked at Ainsley with a repentant look. “Was I not supposed to?”
Ainsley crossed her arms in a huff and stared daggers at Nathan who swallowed visibly.
“Now, now,” Nathan said, trying to placate his bride. “I’m sure there’ll still be plenty to go around.”
“No, Nathan, there won’t be,” the maid of honor said. “We only bought two hundred and fifty and we had to order them in specially.”
“We’ve still got a couple of days, I’m sure we can get more.”
“No,” Ainsley said, “it took two months to get them flown in from Belgium.”
“That’s why they were so good,” Cassie said. “Belgian chocolate is the best.”
Brian coughed to cover his laugh. God, Cassie was a menace and he loved it.
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