Chapter Nineteen
Kiana was on edge for the next week. The people from Not A Dream were flying in, and she was freaking out that they were going to hate everything she’d done.
“Rachel loves it,” I assured her. “The bride is the one who matters. Not the people paying for the wedding.”
She laughed. “Try telling that to any set of parents who hold the checkbook.”
I grinned. “True. But these aren’t her parents. Or his. It’s an organization that’s supposed to be giving them their dream wedding. Why would they come in and change everything she picked out?”
Kiana sighed. “I don’t know. I just have a weird feeling about today.”
We ate lunch and waited for the team to show up. They’d flown overnight from the East Coast, so they were getting some sleep before joining us for a meeting at four.
