Meanwhile, Wendy Taylor-who had now begun to play the big matriarch, complete with pomp and bravado-thought that her granddaughter, Sabrina Auburn, needed more than just an ordinary engagement party but something to be told in the annals of time-a party elegant in every way, fabulous, and complete with all manner of bigwig invitees. For Wendy nothing less than perfection for Sabrina; she had won her right in happiness with Benedict to get everything.She sat in her grand drawing room, surrounded by event planners, florists, and caterers, all of whom wanted her nod of approval. Wendy, wearing her signature emerald-green silk blouse and diamond earrings, waved her hand decisively."The venue has to scream luxury," Wendy said. "Crystal chandeliers, gilded accents, and floral arrangements flown in from Paris. I want it to feel like a fairytale.".The head planner nodded, making extensive notes on a sheet of paper. "Okay, Mrs. Taylor, let's hold the Grand Imperial Ballroom?Wendy tapped he
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