Eleven
Joints popped as Kyla stretched her arms overhead, feeling aches in muscles she’d forgotten she had. She and Sophie had been working practically round the clock to get everything ready for their first official booked wedding, and the day was almost upon them. Everything was set up, save for the flowers Sophie would bring in tomorrow morning and the food the caterers were preparing off site. There was tons more work to make sure things went off without a hitch. Then there’d be teardown. And, God willing, there’d be more bookings soon that would require them to do it all over again.
Even the idea of it had her whimpering.
“I know.” Sophie sighed. “I was considering just curling up under one of the tables.”
“It’ll get easier, right?”
“In the sense that eventually we’ll make a name
