office at noon to sign whatever’s necessary.”
My next call was to Margaret Willis, the wedding planner Amber had selected for her dream wedding—a woman whose services I was paying for despite Amber allowing Blake’s family to believe they were contributing significantly.
“Mrs. Carter, I was just about to call you. We missed you at the end of the rehearsal last night, and there are a few details—”
“Margaret,” I interrupted gently. “I’m afraid there’s been a significant change. I need you to contact all vendors and cancel today’s event.”
