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| Chapter 2 Nervously she made it through her first job and her bills were taken care of but the financial end of it kept her going back. One morning she had returned from her morning jog when her first client had left a message on her machine."Kara, this is Jeff Thompson. I have a friend that's getting married in a couple of weeks here. You might know it as the Willits-Richardson wedding. Give me a call. I want to plan something extrodinary for him before he walks down the aisle." She recognized the wedding. Lucky girl. One of the Backstreet Boys was being taken off the market and she was one of the priveleged few that actually knew where the wedding was taking place but this. She wasn't sure she could handle this one. The dark, brooding Backstreet Boy that never let you see underneath the exterior. The mood ring eyes sometimes echoing of clear skies on a summer's day, others would remind you of an exquisite cut emerald and either designed so beautifully that you could get lost in both. Oh and that body of his. Let's not get started there. After getting herself ready for the day ahead, she dialed the number Jeff had left her."Jeff Thompson please,"as she reached his secretary. "Jeff Thompson here,"he responded. "Jeff this is Kara Christensen." "Hi Kara. As I told you on the message, my friend is getting married in a couple of weeks here. I'll double whatever Dan gave you for me. I promise it will be well worth your time." "What'd you have in mind?" "I'll call you with the details at lunch." "I'm meeting with the couple shortly. How 'bout you call me this afternoon around two and we can make the arrangements then?" Scanning his appointment book, he replied,"I'll talk to you then. Thank you so much." "Thank you,"as she hung up. How was she gonna look at this guy knowing what she was going to be doing with him seven days from now? She'd have to put on the mask she had put on for the past two she had planned. |
| "Kara,I'd like you to meet my fiance. Kevin, this is Kara Christensen. She's the one that's made all the beautiful arrangements for our wedding,"Kristin bubbled as Jill professionally greeted him with a handshake knowing full well she'd be greeting him with a lot more in seven days. "Nice to meet Kara,"he acknowledged her. "So tell me Kristin. I've got the final seating arrangement for the reception set here and I wanted you and Kevin to go over this and make sure it's alright with you,"as she handed the chart to the couple sitting across the coffee table from her. She studied his every move from the way his finger brushed against hers as he pointed to something on the chart to the moment his eyes caught hers as Kristen continued looking over the arrangement. He knew. He'd heard about her service and the services unbeknownst to the brides that she provided for the groom. She blushed when he caught her and he smiled slightly as he returned his attention back toward Kristen. God I must have looked like a lovestruck schoolgirl. "Everything looks just fine as far as I can tell,"Kevin started. "Everything is just fine Kara,"Kristen added. "I'm glad you approve. The floral arrangements are all set, your final fitting on the dress is at four tomorrow afternoon and Kevin, you and the groomsmen have your final fitting on the tuxes Friday afternoon at three." "You've been such a great help Kara. We will be recommending your service to our friends,"Kristen responded. "We certainly will,"Kevin agreed. "Well I have some final arrangements on a personal project I have to get to so if you'll excuse me." "No problem. It was pleasure meeting you Kara,"Kevin responded as the couple escorted her to the door. "I like her. She's a nice girl. Shame no man hasn't taken her away from all this,"Kristen smiled. "Maybe she enjoys it." "Maybe. Maybe I can fix her up with one of your friends." "Like who?" "Max." "Max? I wouldn't put her through that torture. He's better off dating a mirror." "Okay. Bad idea. Maybe she'd like Howie." "I doubt she would. Just from meeting with her today, she doesn't seem to be his type." "And you know what his type is? Last time I checked, he was pretty much taking anything that was alive and breathing." "Funny. Mind your business on this one okay?" "It won't be Howie but I'm gonna find this girl a man." "Kristen,"he scolded. "Oh alright. I'll leave it alone then." |
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