The Guest List Novels & Stories

His dark eyes flicker with understanding, and he gives me a soft smile. “Okay, let’s take a deep breath. What’s on the list today?” He is always so calm while I'm always spiraling. I glance at the notepad on my nightstand. It’s a long list. A really long one. I start reading through it, trying not to get overwhelmed by all the details. The venue is booked, at least, but there are still a hundred decisions to be made. “I need to finalize the guest list. I still don’t know how many people we’re inviting, and Marisol keeps asking me to narrow it down.”

I take a deep breath and say, “Grandmother Trudy has some close friends who don’t eat meat. It’s a good idea.” Once again, she’s glaring at me, but she says, “Fine. I’ll make a note.” She writes something down, but that doesn’t mean she intends to speak to anyone at the caterers about it. “Let’s look at the guest list.” Now, it’s my turn to glare at her. “Aren’t we just inviting everyone from the company and family?” “Of course not.” She laughs at me. “That’s not how this works. We have to invite all the other important business people in town, those in high society, and the friends you mentioned before.”

He handed it to his beloved who was stunned to see it. -Two hundred and six guests! - she exclaimed in surprise. -It was supposed to be something intimate. Family and closest friends, no one else. -You have no idea how much it cost me to narrow down the list and that's the smallest number I could get, even though I took out friends and family. - The Italian excused himself. Bethany took her time reading each guest one by one, each name being more unfamiliar to her than the last. The only guests on her side were Red and Caitlin.

- Guest list: An intimate gathering of close friends and family or a grand celebration with acquaintances? Dianna scribbled notes on her pad, her handwriting illegible but colorful. "We need to finalize the venue and vendors ASAP. I'll start researching caterers and photographers." Anna suggested, "Let's visit potential venues this weekend. I'll drive." Dice offered, "I'll handle the music and entertainment. I know a great DJ." Nelson grinned, his teeth flashing white. "You're the best, Dice. I knew I could count on you." Amelia's eyes shone, her face radiant with happiness. "This is coming together beautifully. I'm so grateful for all of you."

She put her hands around Sierra taking her to the room where guests stored their bulky luggage. I turned round to see Frankie lead the guest away down the path to the gardens. Angela walked back to the station shaking her head. “Mirabel check if Mrs. Kilters is on the guest list.” I said spotting her coming back from the back office. She shook her head, not bothering to look at the list. “When Frankie sent out invites to the general populace she wasn’t on the list. The previous year she didn’t bother to RSVP so I think Frankie did not bother to invite her. Sierra is okay. She is just a bit shocked, I will handle the desk until she is ready.”

On our wedding anniversary, my wife, Yvonne Ashby, who has never set foot in the kitchen before, prepares a feast. Every time I take a bite, she eagerly asks me what I think and carefully writes down my feedback. At one point, she goes into our bedroom to answer a call. It's the custom ringtone for her assistant, Michael Holden. I casually pick up the notebook Yvonne left behind and leaf through it, only to discover that it is filled with detailed notes about things that have nothing to do with me. "The green beans are a little undercooked. Michael probably won't like them." "The mushrooms are a little too salty. Remember to use less salt when you make them for Michael." "The lamb is

“Mr Cole… the final guest list was just confirmed. Billionaire Peter Grant and his fiancee, Maria Lopez have also accepted their invitation. They will be there too.” Esther’s blood ran cold. The gala wasn’t just a meeting but a collision. And all of them were about to be in the same room at last. “What’s it going to be like, being in a room with the people who made her past life miserable?” Esther murmured to herself.

I didn’t want anything from him. But I wanted closure. Desperately. I hit delete. A knock on the door startled me. It wasn’t Rhett. This time, it was Carter—the lead event coordinator from our sponsor team and someone I actually liked working with. Blonde, polished, and always ten steps ahead, Carter looked surprised to see me alone. “Did I come at a bad time?” Carter asked “Is there ever a good time?” I said, forcing a smile. “Come in.” He stepped inside, setting a folder on the front counter. “Here’s the final guest list from the Bradshaw table. They added three VIPs.” He said handing me a distraction I can focus on.

"Purchase the property today, Sophia. We will keep it as our private retreat for the family after the wedding." "Right away, Mr. Vance," Sophia smiled, taking a quick note in her tablet. She looked up at Ethan, her face full of genuine kindness. "Ethan, I have also finalized the guest list as you instructed. There are only fourteen people on it." Ethan nodded, taking his pen and looking at the page in his notebook. The guest list was small and intimate: Claire, Sophia, two of Ethan’s closest friends from his university days, Adrian’s trusted personal doctor, and a few close staff members who had been loyal to them through the da

I raised a brow. “yes, I do. The guest list?” she replied too without talking about Gunnar. “If people find out that—” “They will and I will worry about that later. I need you to approve the guest list. Please could you do that?” she persisted standing at a distance. “Hmmm” I let out a soft low growl “Aymeric, please. Can we please not talk about Gunnar? I would like it if we talked about the festival and maybe if you could join your people for dinner” She sounded as if she was pleading