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correctly . . .
    Heather’s heart began to pound in excitement.
    â€œShe saw the pictures from the Monteith wedding in August on our website” Alexis was explaining, referring to the swanky but small black-tie wedding that Heather had put together for a middle-aged congressman and his second wife. “Danica said it was exactly the kind of class she was looking for. Insisted that whoever did that wedding do hers.”
    â€œThe Monteith wedding was yours,” Heather said hesitantly, even though she didn’t exactly want to remind her boss whose name had been attached to the project.
    Alexis shook her head. “You know as well as I do that the cold turned laryngitis rendered me mostlyuseless. You stepped in and killed it. You know it, I know it, and now Danica Robinson knows it.”
    Holy crap.
    Never one to play it cool, Heather squealed again, doing a little happy dance before spreading her arms wide. “Seriously? Seriously! Group hug, everyone. Group hug up in here.”
    â€œI’m so happy for you,” Brooke said as she stepped into Heather’s waiting embrace. “This is it. Your big break!”
    â€œBrooke’s right,” Alexis said, half stepping into the circle and giving Heather something that resembled a pat on the shoulder. Alexis wasn’t one to show her affection physically. “I know you can do this, Heather. Let’s see how you do running the thing all by yourself, and then I think it’ll be time to talk about a change in your title, don’t you?”
    Heather resisted the urge to give a little fist pump of victory. This was it. This was it . The chance to be the real deal.
    â€œDoes Jessie know?” Heather asked, referring to the Belles’ longtime receptionist, who was back at the office, manning the ever-ringing telephone.
    â€œYup. And she’s already ensured your favorite champagne is chilled and ordered Shorty’s for later.” It was a Belles’ tradition for every time they nabbed an especially significant client, and the wedding planner of choice always got to select the celebratory food and beverage.
    â€œShorty’s,” Heather said dreamily. “And she knows I like Whiz, right? Extra?”
    Alexis rolled her eyes. “Yes, I think by now sheknows your penchant for sprayable cheese on your Philly steak sandwiches.”
    â€œYou’re just mad because they don’t have a triple-cream brie option,” Heather said, giving Alexis a smacking kiss on the cheek. “And you better not have ordered a salad again.”
    Instead of answering, Alexis held up a warning finger. “There is one teeny, tiny detail I should mention about the Robinson wedding.”
    â€œBring it,” Heather said.
    At this point, nothing could bring her down. Not turkey bacon instead of the real thing, or a droopy chair bow, or even a noisy neighbor.
    â€œAre you familiar with Heidi Rivera?”
    â€œSure. She’s Danica Robinson’s frenemy, currently trending toward the enemy side.” Heather made it her business to keep up with all the latest celebrity goings-on.
    â€œExactly. Heidi’s getting married at the Plaza in February.”
    â€œSo?”
    â€œSoo . . . Danica also wants to get married at the Plaza. Before Heidi does.”
    â€œBefore?” Heather asked. “It’s October. How can she possibly think we’re going to pull a Plaza wedding together in less than four months?”
    â€œShe doesn’t,” Alexis said in a wary voice. “She wants it in three.”

Chapter Three

    T HINGS THAT COULD ANNOY a grown man:
    His mother stopping by at seven a.m.
    Things that could kill a grown man:
    His mother stopping by at seven a.m. before he’d figured out how to gently get rid of last night’s female companion.
    Josh Tanner was still in bed, mentally running through his list of fail-proof methods for getting a woman out of his