The red light of the hotel phone was beeping when I got back to my room, and I had about six voice messages on my cell. The red light was annoying so I pushed a button to hear that message first.
“Adrielle, dear. We know that you’re the wedding planner for Kyle Connelly and Malia Wright. Don’t think for a minute that our carefully laid plans include the son of Tri-C Enterprises on the premises. Reschedule the wedding luau. I warned you what happens to people who don’t respect my wishes.”
I shook my head after listening to Mrs. Harper. Her nasal English accent was unmistakable. I kept the message, but mentally deleted her from my mind. Even though her message had me worried, I told myself there was nothing she could do to me. I wouldn’t let her ruin the perfect day I’d had.
I turned my a
