“What’s the status update on the wedding?”
“For God’s sake, Maggie, we’ve been here all of five minutes. Can’t you wait to try to run things until we’ve had some time to breathe?” Athena complained.
Maggie shot her a cool look. “The wedding is in five days. There’s no time to relax.”
And my sisters are officially home, Pru thought.
“We hired a wedding planner. And Pru’s here. s**t’s being handled. Right?” Athena looked to Pru for confirmation.
Her lips twitched. “s**t is, indeed, being handled.” That her sisters trusted her to do exactly that was both flattering and maddening.
“See there? Now relax, woman.” Athena flopped down on the overstuffed sofa.
“Might I remind you that there are little ears present, so perhaps tone things down from the language you use in your restaurant kitc
