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Category:
Romance
Publisher: Charbar Productions, LLC
ISBN-10: 0996496831
Type: Fiction
Pages: 344
Copyright: 10/1/2015
ISBN-13: 9780996496834
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
Wedding planner Tyler Warren thinks she's found true love, but it isn't as easy as it seems. A lot can happen between Once Upon A Time and Happily Ever After.
When wedding planner Tyler Warren realized she was in love with her best friend Cabe, she thought surely he was The One. Tyler couldn’t wait to live out their fairy tale, but she was about to discover a lot can happen between Once Upon A Time and Happily Ever After.
Sometimes modern-day princes have inner dragons to battle, and when issues from Cabe’s past threaten to end their relationship before it really begins, Tyler starts to question whether their love story is real. Her connection with Cabe is tested further when a handsome new prince arrives, ready to step in and steal her heart forever.
This second volume in the Tales Behind the Veils series picks up where Diary of a Single Wedding Planner ended, but Tyler’s personal drama dampens her enthusiasm for her crazy wedding clients. As she travels down the sometimes treacherous path of romance, Tyler finds that being a wedding planner in love isn’t always the easiest job to have!
Excerpt
Saturday, March 22nd
Today was my last straw. I knew at the end of four back-to-back weddings at the Chapel that whether it makes Lillian and Laura mad or not, I have to go in Monday and tell them I can’t do this job.
I resorted to calling security during the first wedding because the father of the bride—who was drunk at ten in the morning, I might add—threatened the groom, took a swing at the best man, and shoved his wife into a wall. It was like being in the live studio audience of the Jerry Springer show and then realizing I was supposed to be the stage manager for the crazies.
The second wedding’s couple tried to sneak a dog into the Chapel. Like I wouldn’t see a fluffy little poodle trotting down the aisle in a pink tutu? Or hear it bark every time the organ played? Really, people?
Then lightning struck just as we were getting ready to start the third wedding. Blew out the entire sound system and caused a ringing in my ears that may end up being permanent. We thought for a while it had blown the lighting system too, but the lights blinked a couple of times and came back on. The bride and groom were so gracious about it all, even though they had no microphones and no music for their ceremony. They laughed it off and posed for pictures with the firemen who answered the possible lightning fire call.
The last wedding, however, is what pushed me over the edge. Due to the horrendous storm earlier, the buses were all late picking up the guests, and it also caused pre-ceremony photos to be delayed. When the limo delivered the mother of the bride, she was completely distraught over timing as well as concerned about the risk to the bride’s hair and gown in the nasty weather. She’d already been on edge before the first rain drop fell because the rehearsal dinner location last night had royally messed up the menus and the seating, and the hotel had put her and her husband in a smoking room. I knew all this because she ranted about it all the way down the sidewalk to the Chapel as I carried the umbrella over her.
When I finally heard a pause for me to get a word in, I explained about the lightning and that we had no sound system or microphones.
To say she lost her shit would be an understatement. I have never had anyone speak to me in such a manner, nor have I seen any other human being treat a living soul so poorly.
She screamed at me until her eyes were bloodshot and her lips were purple beneath the spittle that had gathered in the corners. The limo driver tried to come to my rescue, but she wheeled on him like a demon fighting an exorcism, so he quietly retreated back to his car. One of her guests tried to calm her down, but Demon Lady threw him out of the wedding and told him she never wanted to see him again. When her own daughter, the bride, came out of the dressing room to tell her she needed to let it go, I thought her head may explode off the top of her body and shower us all with hot lava-like boiling blood.
Demon Lady motioned for me to follow her inside the restroom, and I tagged along like a loyal puppy, not knowing what else to do. Once inside, she continued to scream and shout obscenities at me as she entered a stall, hiked her skirt to pee, wiped her privates, and then washed her hands. All without taking a breath, missing a beat, or breaking stream.
And here’s the deal. I know that being a senior planner won’t prevent me from having drunk guests, or people who break the rules, or lightning strikes, or rude and irate clients who can pee and yell at the same time without closing the stall door.
But at least as the planner I am forging a relationship and have some idea what to expect. I know from the get-go that I’m dealing with a Demon Lady or an unbalanced bitch. I have some emotional investment in the clients, and they in me. I’d much rather plan the whole event than be resigned to just meeting everyone as they arrive at their event and trying to pick up all the loose ends and tie them together.
Surely Lillian and Laura will understand that.
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