The Organized Bride (Billionaire Marriage Brokers Book 2) Read Online Free

to BMB with an agenda. Perhaps putting on a good front for the public and avoiding scandal, and of course the charity donations were huge tax write-offs. The wedding must fit nicely into his financial and career goals. With her new assessment of Gabe, MaKayla decided as their personalities didn’t clash, working alongside Gabe could be enjoyable.
    Trish laughed and pulled the computer back. “Feeling a little better about things, are we?”
    MaKayla sighed with relief. “Little bit, yep.”
    “Okay, so he’s a hottie. Let’s talk wedding day.” She pulled up a checklist. “We’ll have the wedding here. It’s not really a ceremony, as it’s just a justice of the peace and a couple of witnesses. The whole thing takes like fifteen minutes, and then you’ll be out the door.”
    An office wedding? Were they kidding? MaKayla grimaced. “The irony.”
    Trish’s forehead wrinkled. “What?”
    “I’m an event planner.” She rolled her hand through the air, waiting for Trish to catch on. When she didn’t, MaKayla said, “A wedding is the biggest event in a woman’s life. I’m an event planner. There should be flowers and linens, and invitations, and save-the-date cards, a photographer, a limo, a pastor, and cake.” Seriously, a five-tiered, almond chocolate cake with royal icing and Corneille lace. “Not business associates and some justice of the peace.” She shook out her fingers. “I wanted to plan my wedding.”
    Placing a reassuring hand on her arm, Trish said, “That’s not what we do here. Well, not usually; there have been a few elaborate ceremonies when the situation calls for it. But not for this account. I’m sorry, but this isn’t your chance to plan things out.”
    MaKayla bit the inside of her cheek.
    “Hey, this is temporary. You’ll get your chance to plan the big date.”
    Nodding, MaKayla flipped off the nostalgic part of her brain that yearned for the wedding she’d dreamed about since she was nine years old, and flipped on the occupation part of her brain that helped her see this as a new job—not a wedding.
    She picked her ring: a French-set halo diamond on a platinum band that wasn’t exactly professional, but it was gorgeous.
    “How much time do you have before you have to be back at work?” asked Trish.
    “I took a half-day off, so I’ve still got a couple hours.”
    “Perfect—we’re going shopping for your wedding dress.”
    MaKayla's heart leapt. The dress! She may not be dancing the night away with the man of her dreams but she’d be able to wear a satin gown that swished when she walked … not down the aisle, no aisle here. It would swish when she walked into the office. Okay, that sounded horribly anticlimactic.
    A quick ride in the back of a limo had them at an upscale boutique, divided down the middle with one side for women and one side for men. MaKayla’s heart dropped. There wasn’t a scrap of white lace in sight. This whole— gulp —engagement was turning into one big disappointment. MaKayla shook herself and decided to make the best out of the situation. One day, she would have a man who would waltz her across the dance floor. That day was not today. Today was a step toward that moment. An important step. Job. New company. Guy. Those were her priorities and she had to stick to them.
    “How about this one?” Trish held up a beautiful royal blue dress with a wide belt. It was nice, but not quite right.
    “I’m thinking something a little more fall-ish.” If she were really getting married, she’d have her bridesmaids in chocolate brown. MaKayla looked up to peruse the garments hanging higher on the wall, and her breath caught. Too high up for her to reach was a stunning dress made of barely-there fabric. It had a scoop neck and three-quarter sleeves, and MaKayla fell instantly in love. At Trish’s request, the salesgirl had the dress down and a changing room open in less than two minutes.
    Stepping out to check the fit in the full-length mirror,