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“Sure.” He picked up a remote and the volume decreased.
I wandered over by the windows, my phone to my ear. Angelina picked up after one ring.
“You got my message?”
“Yes, but Angelina, I really think your first idea was the best for your event.”
“But it doesn’t have a theme. I want a theme.”
I thought fast. “Sure it does—Italian luxe. We’re going to make your parents’ front yard look like Donatella Versace’s living room!”
“Hmm. I do like Versace.”
“Trust me. It’s perfect, just the way we discussed.”
“But Jodi Mannino’s party had a theme, and everyone’s still talking about it.”
“What was her theme?”
“Game of Thrones.”
Oh dear God. She probably wanted dragons now. “Angelina.”
“So maybe I should do a TV theme too. How about The Walking Dead? That could be crazy cool, like zombies and stuff walking around? But not me, of course. I want to be hot. So maybe not Walking Dead. Another show. Or a movie.”
“Angelina.”
“Or—oh! Oh! I know what theme it should be—Fifty Shades of Gray! We can have like whips and chains and things. I can dress like a dominatrix. That’d be hot.”
My head was starting to pound, and I touched two fingertips to my temple. “Angelina!”
“Yeah?”
“I really think what we already have planned is the best. You hired me because you liked the Wedding of the Year, remember? That’s what I do best— beautiful, luxurious events that are glamorous and sparkly, just like you are.”
Behind me, Nick started to laugh.
“I guess. But it doesn’t seem very fun.” I could just imagine Angelina’s frosty pink pout.
“It will be. I promise. And everyone will be talking about it for months to come—until your wedding, which will be an even bigger, more beautiful, more outrageously over-the-top bash. Girls will be telling their planners they want everything you had, but they won’t even come close.”
“I like that.”
“Good. By the way, I got Nick Lupo for you.”
The squeal that she emitted was so ear-piercing I had to hold my phone away from my head.
“Oh my God,” Nick said, laughing again.
I turned around and saw him with the electric mixer in his hand, waiting for me to hang up before he turned it on. “So really, it’s all coming together just the way you planned. Let’s stick with it, OK?”
“OK. For now,” she said, causing me to glare at my phone. “And you really got Nick Lupo?”
“I really did.”
“What did he say? Was it hard?”
Hell yes, it was. Smiling now, I sauntered back toward the kitchen. “He was a little bit difficult to deal with. You know TV stars, they’re temperamental and all.”
