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Cold Feet

Viola I'm in love with love and I love couples who are in love. They are my bread and butter after all but that's not why I love them. I love it so much that I became a wedding planner. Watching couples young and old committing their lives to each other is something that's just so special. I never get tired of seeing couples stare lovingly into each other's eyes as they plan, prepare and execute their wedding ceremony pledging their undying love to one another for the rest of their lives. I haven't got there yet myself but watching other couples keeps my dream of finding Mr. Right alive. But life doesn't always see things the way we do. It sure didn't see it my way when he crossed my path. Rick I don't believe in love. If it really exists why are there so many broken relationships and people in the world? Not that I care… about the broken relationships I mean. After all, they are my bread and butter. People lay the foundation for the demise of their marriage before they're married with prenups designed to protect their assets. Marriage gives couples the right to punish each other when they don't want to be together anymore for whatever reason. So, when anyone tells you that it starts with a wedding, they're wrong. It starts with a lawyer. And if it ends… well, it ends with a lawyer too. Funny that. Often the people that I work for before their wedding, come knocking on my door a few years down the line. Repeat business. So, love is great and it is for me but just not for me if you get what I mean. When I met the wedding planner she was incensed at the thought that we might collaborate. Other planners have no issue with it. Why she should have, I have no idea. Normally I would just walk away but the universe seems to have other plans…

Gratitude · perkotaan
Peringkat tidak cukup
40 Chs

Chapter 23

VIOLA

Amber is over the moon when she opens the door and sees me.

“OMG! I can’t believe it’s you! I’m so glad you found a job back here! I wish I’d made it out of that town years ago! Every day here is like a breath of fresh air!”

She steps back and lets me in.

A handsome man is standing at the entrance to the hallway. “This is Dane,” Amber says. “He is my boyfriend.”

I shake hands with Dane appraising him surreptitiously as I do so. He’s gorgeous. Tall, well-built, handsome, and has a firm handshake. Some girls have all the luck, I think. I try to think back to when last I was with someone or got lucky. It’s been too long. It’s been so long that I decided to add ‘almost got lucky’ to the equation and I realize the last time was with Rick at the wedding that ended my business.