to explode.
âMm, hmm. A lot of the vendors arenât local, of course. Often we end up having to order from the bigger cities. Weâre planning the mayorâs daughterâs wedding right now, and she wonât have anything local in her wedding.â
âSo you order from out-of-town?â
âIt depends on how fancy the client wants to go. We do have some great local talent. The owner of the boutique next door is also a designer, and she makes the most amazing wedding gowns youâve ever seen. Sheâs even starting to get quite a reputation, with clients coming from as far away as Atlanta for her gowns.â
âGood to know.â
âAnd the local florist is a genius floral designer. She usually takes care of ordering anything from out-of-town, too. Then thereâs our local catererââ
Julia understood the gist of it now. âLet me guess, sheâs the finest chef in the South.â
Betsy nodded and flashed her sunny grin. âAmazing. Sheâs not truly a local though. She only moved to town about three years ago. Used to work for some fancy restaurant in Chicago. Weâve also got fabulous local talent in the music department, too. Meredith Vining is the Music Director at Pastor Grahamâs church, but she also has a band and they perform at weddings. She has the voice of an angel. She had a budding music career, but gave it up to come back home.â
âSo, youâre telling me Covington Falls is populated by a bunch of wedding prodigies?â
Betsy giggled. âSort of. Sarah originally decided to open Marry Me to help tie all the townâs resources together.â
âWhen opportunity knocks.â
âYou are the funniest thing,â Betsy said, giggling again. âI can tell Iâm going to love working with you.â
Betsy started toward the door.
âWhere are you going?â
âI have to go pick up some invitations at the printers. The client is coming by this afternoon to look them over.â
âWhat?â
âIâll only be gone a few minutes.â
This was not reassuring. âBut youâre leaving me here. Alone.â
Betsy smiled. âYouâll be fine. Itâs been pretty quiet around here. Everyone knows Sarahâs been in the hospital, and itâll take at least a few days before word gets out youâve stepped in.â
âWhat do I do while youâre gone?â she asked, desperate to keep Betsy in the office.
âStart reading the bible .â Betsy rifled through the mess on the desk and retrieved an appointment book. âOr if you feel too overwhelmed, you can look through this. It has the upcoming appointments and schedule of weddings. It takes months to plan a wedding, and the ones we have now have been in the works for a while. Mostly youâll be making sure things get done on time.â
Betsy left. Julia was still staring at the empty doorway when she heard the little bell above the door jingle. No doubt the bell was laughing at her. With a deep sigh, she sank into the battered office chair and opened Sarahâs bible. At least it had an index of sorts. Unfortunately, it was mostly a bunch of symbols and numbers.
Julia was about to get a headache looking at it, so she snapped the cover shut and reached for the appointment book. These things she understood. Hopefully. Who knew what kind of hieroglyphics Sarah used for appointment making?
Fortunately, this book was in English. She glanced at the weekâs appointments. As Betsy said, it was pretty quiet. In fact, a couple appointments looked as though theyâd been rescheduled. Probably after Sarah had the scare with the baby. Under the Saturday column there was a notation. âAshley Weddingâ.
Wait a minute!
Julia stared at the two words with a dawning horror. Looked at the date on the top of the page and then at the calendar.
Betsy breezed back in with a cheery hello. âIâm
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