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Surprise!
A week later, Miss Betty has grown bolder with her hints, casually leaving printouts in our office mailboxes from stationers she’s found online (“This place does the loveliest save-the-date cards and invitations! And a coupon!”), leaving cake samples from the Joseph the chef on the counter with Post-It notes (“Hollie, what do you think about these? The red velvet is SO yummy!”), sliding honeymoon destination pamphlets under our apartment door (“Very private! Perfect for … *hint hint*” ), and taping lists of potential openings in the not-too-distant Revelation Cove schedule where a wee wedding might squeeze in “with enough time to get family and friends here AND before hockey starts again!”
When Tanner and Ryan did this week’s supply run, they had specific instructions—that I
