I get back to the table and sit down beside Ashley after the new bar limit has been confirmed. She looks at me and smiles.
“You were gone a while,” she smiles knowingly waiting for me to spill the beans.
“I had to sort out the bar limit,” I reply blushing. “I wasn’t with him all the time.”
“Could have fooled me,” Ashley says. Bursting with curiosity, she asks, “What did he want?”
“To get together after the wedding,” I smile.
“Really?” Ashley asks surprised. “He doesn’t take it slow does he?”
I blush again as I think of just how slow we didn’t take it. I shake my head not trusting my voice to answer as I avoid Ashley’s gaze.
“You tart!” she whispers. “You didn’t!”
“Didn’t what?” I ask feigning ignorance but still not looking at her.
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I sit down at my table again. My chat with Viola didn’t go the way I had hoped. I know I’ve blown what we started outside in the garden. I am disappointed. She has had an effect on me like no other woman and I still can’t stop looking at her.She’s one of the best at what she does. I’m one of the best at what I do too.I know if we collaborated it would be great. With her reputation in her industry, Viola attracts top-tier clients because of her reputation. My kind of clients. The wealthier they are, the bigger the divorce settlements are. Makes sense doesn’t it?That aside, they can also pay for the best legal advice before they get married if we collaborate. This is what Viola failed to recognize. My commissions are good and she stands to make good money simply from a referral. Why should she even care what happens later down the road? If anything, she’s likely to get at least one repeat client if the couple divorces a
I can’t believe him. He gave his business card to Trish’s mother? How insensitive can you be? I want to explode right there and then but I think there’s more than enough drama already and this is not about me and my opinion. I crush the urge to go after Rick and tell him just how cold-hearted, selfish, and opportunistic I think he is.I step up to Trish who is still being held by her father. I put my arm on her back.“I am so sorry, Trish,” I say.She nods but does not look at me. I can’t tell if she even knows who I am right then but it’s not important now.The bathroom door opens behind me and Eric and the bridesmaid, Cherise steps out. They blush immediately when they see the people that are still standing there and then they look at Trish and her parents.Trish’s father tenses and he tries to get Trish to release him but her mother steps in.“No George,” she sa
I do not sleep well at all through the night. My mind is too full of the possibilities of what might happen. To be honest I am expecting the worst but praying for a miracle.Since I can’t sleep, I finally move to the couch and turn on the television. I tune into the local news channel and things go from bad to worse. I thought it was simply a local story that would pass quickly but I thought wrong.I suppose there’s some young ‘wannabe great reporter’ at the station who’s decided that this story might just be their ticket to something bigger. They have dug up more information about the wedding and, more importantly, my business. I listen as the latest news about the story is broadcast and feel sick. If only it was morning sickness, it would surely be better than this.The reporter is a young woman, blond and pretty with a captivating smile who seems only too happy to be telling the world about me and my business.“&
I sit down but only on the edge of the single-seater sofa, behind me.“Mr. and Mrs. Benton, I came here to tell you how truly sorry I am for what happened last night. I expect that you’ve heard the news by now. You must…”Emma looks up her eyes suddenly hard. “What were you thinking?” she asks her voice rising steadily as she speaks. “What in heavens name made you believe talking anyone out of cold feet when they’re getting married was a good idea?”“Experience has shown me that people get cold feet. When the bride or groom or both get cold feet, they do eventually get married. I did what I did because I know how hard it is to get people to come from so many different places at such an expense only to be disappointed if the wedding doesn’t go ahead.”“Do you think I care?” Emma asked. “Do you think I care about the cost? I care about my daughter. She is eve
I can’t stop thinking about her. Seeing her this morning as I was leaving George’s house was the last thing I expected. She is beautiful. More than beautiful. She has a certain something about her that attracts me. I don’t know what it is but I’ve never felt it before.I remember the time we spent together the night before. I would give anything to have another opportunity to spend time alone with her like that. If only we had more time before we were interrupted. Things might have been different. We could still have spoken more civilly if only the groom hadn’t been caught with his… well if he hadn’t been so stupid.Talking about offering legal services was the wrong thing to do, and giving Trish’s parents my business card was just plain foolish. I now realize that it made me look exactly like the person she thought I am. And as far as meeting her this morning went?I am sure she thinks I was there to talk about T
“So, what are you waiting for? What better way to make an example of the joke of his daughter's wedding is by tearing a wedding planner’s business down along with the wedding that blew up in her and everyone’s face?”“I did not suggest that they should sue you. I went there because I thought they only wanted to hire me for the divorce.”Viola shrugs. “If not you, it would be someone else anyway. This will give you the vindication you need for your beliefs.”“Look, I didn’t want to do this at your expense,” I reply.“But you’ve been asked to and you will, because it’s what you do.” Viola sits forward and places her chin on her hand. Her eyes are narrowed again and she smiles cynically. “Look on the bright side.”“What’s that?” I ask. I don’t see how there is any bright side to this at all. Not for her at least.“
I go back inside and tell Viola that George has agreed to accept the refund. I remove a standard letter of settlement from my briefcase, fill in the details by hand and have Viola sign the agreement.She signs it and makes sure I have the check.“Thanks,” I say.“Thank you,” she replies.I hesitate and then venture to offer her a suggestion. “You can fight this, all the other lawsuits.”“And I suppose you want me to appoint you as my lawyer?”I shake my head. “I’m not thinking of that. I’m just saying you can fight this. You can’t settle everyone’s claims.”“I don’t intend to. I’m filing for bankruptcy.”“But you’re not…”“… Not insolvent?” She asks and laughs cynically. “For a lawyer, you make too many assumptions. I guess now that you know what my fee for Trish&rs
The drama has ended and the story has passed. Viola and the wedding whisperer are little more than a memory and the odd meme that pops up on social media here and there.Trish’s divorce case has been settled. There wasn’t much chance for Eric to fight given the evidence against him. It’s been one of my easiest cases ever and I’m glad it’s over.I can’t stop thinking about Viola though. Not because I feel sorry for her but because I want to see her. I want to be with her. I’ve tried calling her and sent text messages but she doesn’t answer. I’ve driven by her house a few times.I know it’s creepy but I don’t care.A ‘For Sale’ sign has been hammered into the beautifully manicured front lawn. It tells me she wasn’t lying but then I never took her for a liar. All I saw in Viola was a woman who had nothing but the best of intentions in her heart. She believed in what she did.