JaceBeautiful.That was the only word that Jace could think of to describe what he had just seen. Even as Ella fled, spilling champagne all over the carpet, she was stunning. He didn't know it was possible for someone to be so breathtakingly lovely.He looked at the three women staring at him, trying to figure out why Ella had just run from the room. They all shrugged at him, concern filling their eyes.“Hey, Cousin. Madelyn is in there with her. She'll be fine.” Clarissa asked, settling back on the couch. He was surprised she could find it given the amount of tissue paper filling the room. “What's up?”“Just coming up to check in on Madelyn,” he replied. He had always like Clarissa. She was one of the few people that Jace was actually glad to have at the wedding. “What are you all doing for lunch?”“We have a tea service planned for this afternoon,” Clarissa told him. She crossed her arms. “No boys allowed.”Jace was instantly transported back in time to when the three of them were

EllaIt was the day of the wedding and Ella had more to do than she had time. The morning was flying by and she was just glad she had stopped drinking the night before when she did. The caterers were going to be late, the seating wasn't set up like it was supposed to be, the flowers were arriving an hour early, and the gardener forgot to turn off the sprinklers to the outdoor reception area. Despite all of that, Ella was excited. Those things could be handled. The wedding would go on, and even if they weren't exactly perfect, she could fix just about anything.She pushed the loose tendril of hair that had escaped her pony-tail as she knelt next to a chair for the bridal table. She was in the main reception hall, getting everything ready for the big party after the wedding. She pinned the bow to the back of the chair a little tighter, knowing there would be a breeze later on with the doors to the courtyard open.Chair decorations. Who would have thought that chairs needed to be decorat

EllaAt least the kitchen fire was out. It had only been a small grease fire and nothing serious.Ella pulled her hair back into a ponytail and hurried down the hallway. She still wanted to check the chairs one last time and needed to make sure the florists had the centerpieces set in the reception area. Then she was due up in the Bridal Suite to check on Madelyn and make sure everything was going well upstairs before the ceremony.“Excuse me, miss...”Ella turned to see a man in a dark suit with a thin tie. She recognized him from the other day when the billionaire family arrived. She was in a hurry, but she would always make time for customer service.“How can I help you, Mr....?”He ignored her attempt at a name. “Do you know where I could find Delores Phillips? She is the owner of this inn, correct?”“If she's not in her office, I'm not sure where she is. If you give me a message, I'd be happy to deliver it for you,” Ella offered.“Thank you. I've been unable to get in contact wit

Ella“Make this place a success, baby girl. If anyone can do it, it's you.”Ella's father's words echoed across her mind as she looked out at the reception and watched the celebrities mingle and smile for the cameras.The wedding was a complete success. People would be talking about the beauty and perfection of the ceremony for years to come. Nothing had gone wrong. No one tripped, nothing was lit on fire, and absolutely no ambulances had been called.“I'm doing it, Dad,” Ella said softly. She smiled, feeling proud of her work for the first time in months. Her plans for the inn were finally in motion. Everything she had worked so hard for the past few years was finally within her grasp. She was going to make her father proud.So far, the reception was going exactly to plan. The largest meal they had ever served at the inn had gone off without a hitch. Only three plates were returned to the kitchen, and considering the palates of the guests, Ella was sure it was some sort of record. Ac

JaceJace wished he had come up with a better toast. It sounded so fake and terrible, yet it was all his love-struck brain could seem to come up with. He just wanted to see her smile again. His world was perfect when she smiled at him the way she was right now. He wanted her to tell him all her secrets, and maybe even tell her some of his.“Tell me about the inn,” he said, trying to think of something that would make her feel comfortable. He remembered how her face had lit up at the barn when she started to talk about her work, so he thought it would be a good place to start.“What do you want to know?” she asked.“Everything.” He guided them to a quiet area of the garden and sipped on his champagne, watching her beautiful face.“Um, well... I guess I should start at the beginning.” She smiled and fiddled with the stem of her champagne flute for a moment. “My father bought this place when his parents died. Used his whole inheritance on it. He had these amazing dreams, especially for t