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the entire story to Mel, pausing quite frequently for her to recover from laughter and then repeating parts of the story on speaker for her husband, Paul.
    “Did you take any pictures?” Mel asked when she finally caught her breath.
    “Lord, no!” I said. “What was I going to do? Ask if I could take a selfie with her tattoo?”
    “Not of her butt, Tyler! Her dress. Did you get a picture of that dress?”
    “No, but I’m sure the photographer will be happy to give you a copy.”
    “I am so glad that wasn’t my client. I don’t think I could have kept a straight face,” she said to me, and then to Paul with her face away from the phone, “I’m getting to it, honey. Hold your horses.”
    “What’s he want?” I asked.
    “Christopher called, and he’s free Wednesday night,” Mel answered.
    I groaned.
    Melanie and Paul have been trying to set me up with this guy Paul works with for over a month now. My love life must have reached pretty pathetic lows if my friend’s husband is seeking out men from work for me to date. They both have been singing Christopher’s praises every time I go over to their house for dinner or we meet up for a night out together.
    “Come on, Tyler. This guy’s a great catch. He’s successful. Hard working.”
    Paul piped up in the background. “She means he’s rich.”
    “Paul, stop. He’s a really nice guy, Tyler. A real gentleman. So polite. Very interesting to talk to with all his travel stories. You’ll have a great time.”
    “So you say,” I replied, shaking my head in doubt. “But if he’s that flippin’ awesome, why is he single? I mean, seriously.”
    “You’re single,” Paul called out.
    “Paul, stop it! Go away! Tyler, just go out with him. If you don’t like him, you don’t ever have to see him again, and Paul will leave us both alone about it.”
    “Alright, alright!” I caved. It wasn’t like I had any better plans on a Wednesday night.
    “Great. I’ll give him your number. Now, can you be at the staircase at four? I need to drop off the toasting glasses before I come to photos. Should be a pretty easy wedding.”
    “Well, hey, if your bride’s dressed and I didn’t have to dress her, then it’ll be easier than yesterday’s wedding,” I said.
    Mel laughed. “I promise you will not have to dress anyone tonight. In fact, I’ll work the ceremony and you can just head straight over to set up reception right after photos. How’s that?”
    “Wow! I feel honored. You must be convinced I’m getting fired. You never choose ceremony over reception.”
    “You know I loathe ceremonies. Standing around forever waiting for everyone to get there so it can start, then waiting for the ceremony to end, and then standing around again waiting for the photographer to finish. Aargh. Slit my wrists already. At least with the reception setup, I can be busy.”
    “Yeah, yeah. It’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it.”
    “Maybe not you, after tomorrow,” Mel teased.
    “Oh, not fair. I’m hanging up now.”
    For the record, everyone was dressed at tonight’s wedding, and they were nice. Which made the time standing around much easier to bear.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Monday, October 7th
     
     
    The office was quiet this morning except for Chaz’s ever-present jazz music playing softly from his office. Mondays were typically an off day since we work the weekends, but in October, there’s pretty much no such thing as a day off. The milder weather, plus less-crowded beaches and theme parks, makes October the busiest wedding month of the year for Central Florida. June and July are way too hot.
    “Who’s there?” Laura called out in a playful, dramatic voice from the other side of the building. “Who goes there?”
    I knew she’d be in the office. Laura never took Mondays off, no matter what month it was. As co-owner of the salon, she not only had her own events to plan and execute, but all the aspects of running the business as well.