Page 43 of The Best Friend Problem
“You deserve the best, Pru, because you are the best.”
Mo blew her a kiss, avoiding stepping any closer to the bathroom and the lovely smell of vomit wafting in the air.
“Here.” Mo handed over one sucker. “I’ll put the rest in your nightstand.”
“Thank you.”
“Welcome. Oh, and Lilly wants to have a meeting to check in on how the Franks-Sharma wedding is going.”
“Okay, I’ll be out in a few.”
They only had a few weddings left this year. The fall frenzy had tapered off, and the winter season was never very busy. A few Holiday Wonderland themes here and there, but most of the Colorado snowy weddings were destination affairs held at the ski resorts. They’d worked with a few in the past, but a lot of the resorts had their own wedding coordinators.
That was fine. There was plenty of wedded bliss to go around, and they tended to handle clientele on a slightly smaller budget than the big, fancy resort weddings allowed. Pru could handle large sums of money, but the type of service the six-digit brides and grooms required wasn’t quite what Mile High Happiness provided.
She brought the lollipop into the shower with her, scrubbing her hair and body all while sucking whatever miracle ingredients were in that semi-delicious candy that settled her stomach. Once she’d finished, dried off, and gotten dressed, she went to the kitchen to see her toast waiting with a note indicating the others had gone into the office and she should meet them there.
Now that her stomach was settled, her appetite returned with vigor. She practically inhaled the first piece of toast, grabbing the second to munch on her ride down on the elevator to their office on the first floor.
“Good morning,” she called to her friends and business partners as she pushed through the flower-etched glass door of their office.
“Feeling better?” Mo asked, sitting in one of the plush chairs they had for clients.
“Much, thank you.”
“I made some peppermint tea for you.”
Lilly nodded to a mug on the desk in front of her. Steam and the pungent aroma of mint rose from the cup, hitting Pru’s nostrils and settling her stomach even more.
Seriously. Best. Friends. Ever.
“Thanks.”
“We received a request from a couple who wants to have a February wedding at Union Station.”
“February?” That was four months away. “That’s cutting it close.”
They normally required six months of lead-time on a wedding before they accepted.
“I know,” Lilly said, shuffling some papers in front of her. “But they’re willing to pay extra for the rush.”
Pru noticed the slight tightening of her friend’s fingers. She put down the tea she’d just picked up and placed a hand over Lilly’s. “Lil, we’re doing fine. We don’t need to take every job that comes our way anymore. I do the books, remember? We’re in the black.”
Green eyes gazed up from behind black-rimmed glasses. “I know. I just…”
She just felt guilty for the thing that happened five years ago. The thing they never spoke of. The thing that almost ruined their business. Almost, but not quite. Lilly still blamed herself even if Pru and Mo didn’t.
“Let’s see what they want,” Mo said with a smile. “Maybe it won’t be too hard. We’re in our slow season, and everyone deserves their dream wedding.”
Lilly gave them both a grateful smile, and Pru realized she wasn’t the only lucky one in this friendship. They might gripe and snap at each other from time to time, but she loved these women and they loved her. They all came together to support one another, no matter what struggles they were facing.
And speaking of struggles…
“I’m in, but I need to leave after lunch. Finn’s picking me up for my appointment.”
Her friends grinned.
“Finn’s taking you?” Mo asked.
