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Brad Hurst and I’m Jennifer McCutchen.”
    â€œHi, Brad,” I said with a small wave. I wasn’t about to mention how weird it was for a couple to be Jennifer and Brad given a certain celebrity couple who had broken up while I was in junior high.
    â€œHi,” Brad said, and grinned down at me. He had a highball glass in his hand. His tux was undone. His suit coat was on a chair somewhere, I imagined. The shirtsleeves were rolled up, and his bow tie was untied and wrapped causally around his neck. He had brown eyes and well-styled shoulder-length hair. He flashed perfectly straight white teeth.
    â€œSo, Brad wants to use your services,” Jennifer said, and leaned tipsily toward me. Her breath was a cloud of alcohol vapor.
    â€œHe does?” I asked, and crossed my arms.
    â€œI do,” Brad said, and gave a short nod. “Jen says so.” He waved at the blonde.
    â€œOkay,” I said, and looked confused. “Why do you say so, Jennifer? Does he want to propose to a friend of yours?”
    â€œOh, no, silly,” Jennifer said, and slapped my knee. Her martini glass with pink liquid sloshed and threatened to spill on my dress. I moved a few inches back. “He wants to propose to me, but I keep ruining it. I always find out, you see. Isn’t that right, sweetie?”
    Brad merely motioned with a dip of his head and a swirl of his hand that she was right. He sipped his drink and I sighed.
    â€œOkay, so how is engaging my services going to help not ruin the surprise?” I had to ask. The whole thing was a bit crazy. Especially with the state Jennifer was in.
    â€œOh, that’s the great part. If anyone can surprise me, it’s you,” she said, and tossed down the remains of her drink. “You see, I want a really grand proposal with all the bellsand whistles. Isn’t that right, Brad?” She looked at Brad who just nodded. “I heard you were like the best at this engagement planning thing.”
    â€œYou did?” I asked. “That’s nice. Who referred you?”
    â€œWell, you set up Warren and Felicity, right?”
    â€œYes, I did.”
    â€œThey were engaged on a jet, right? There were lots of mementos and great decorations and such. Then you did that sparkly mermaid one, right?” Jennifer wobbled a little. “Now you’re going to do something completely over the top for me. Right? And you can make it a complete surprise. Right?”
    â€œCertainly,” I said, and shook my head because I knew I was most likely lying. She was drunk and probably wouldn’t even remember talking to me in the morning.
    â€œGood. Brad, give the lady your card.” Jennifer motioned for Brad to hurry up.
    The gentleman dug a wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a beautiful linen embossed card and handed it to me. “Call me on Tuesday.”
    â€œOkay,” I said, and took the card, trying not to read it. I slipped it into my clutch. “Anything I should know to start planning?”
    â€œOh, yes,” Jennifer said, and leaned toward me. “I want Brad to propose in the most romantic way with all sorts of bells and whistles. I want it to be over the top.” She leaned back and waved her arm over her head. “And I want the entire thing videotaped. I want to be a YouTube sensation and the envy of all my friends. I want tears in my eyes.”
    â€œOkay,” I said, and tried not to shake my head. “What sorts of things do you find romantic?”
    â€œThe normal stuff, you know, like candles and roses and playing our song on a big boom box and ice skating . . . yes, ice skating like in that movie, with flowers raining down on us.”
    â€œUm, okay,” I said, and glanced at Brad, who merely grinned at me and winked.
    â€œHere’s the thing, though,” Jennifer said. “I have to be completely surprised. I can’t suspect in the least what you are about to