Then I turn, get on my knees, and scrub my frustrations into the tile while Elodie slips from the room to spend the next twenty minutes in the shopfront instead of back here with me.
Which is fine. Cool. Super freaking excellent.
I scrub harder, knuckles white around the scrub brush.
Super. Freaking. Excellent.
Chapter Five
Hello, chaos.
Elodie
No need to hire a caterer. Or a bakery. I can handle the food and cake.
Chefly,
Roman Vann
“Are you serious?” I turn to my right, raising an incredulous eyebrow atCheflyRoman, who taps at his phone, possibly scheming more nonsense to send to the nine-person wedding planning email thread I started this morning. “You’re the best man. You don’t have time to be the caterer.”
“I’m excellent at time management, and getting a caterer to deliver food that we know won’t be good as mine is stupid,” he replies, barely glancing at me. “Not to mention a waste of money.”
“As if money is at all even a little bit a problem,” I huff.
Roman,
Thank you for volunteering your services, but I worry you won’t have the time to fulfill such a large job on top of your duties as best man. If you’d like to be in charge of finding a caterer and a cake provider, though, I trust your recommendations on both fronts and would be happy to hand those jobs over to you.
Regards,
Elodie Sage, Maid of Honor
“I can take over finding the caterer and bakery, yes,” he agrees. “Oh, wow, look at that, I’ve found them! It’s me!”
I groan. “You’re going to have to plan the bachelor party and help on the day of with… anything we need help with. You won’t have time to be cooking food or decorating cakes. Plus, Will wants all his DIY stuff, which you’ll have to be involved in as his best friend. Don’t overbook yourself. The wedding will suffer, and so will you. Because I will stab you with your fancy chef knife if you make this wedding suffer.”
Elodie,
I’m happy to take over any and all food-related planning, yes. I can coordinate with Ruby and Will. Consider it taken off your plate.
You’re welcome,
Roman Vann
I blink, gritting my teeth. “Did you just make a pun?” I ask. “While completely disregarding what I said?”
He hums as his phone dings his text tone. “Will says he wants my artichoke bruschetta at the wedding, and that the many DIY crafting days will cover the bachelor party. See that? I’m taking initiative. Helping you. Saving all of the wedding guests from subpar food while fulfilling my best friend’s expectations for me as best man. Someone saint me.”
Someone’s going tostabhim.
My phone vibrates.
ruby, my bestie 4eva:Are you and Roman fighting viaemail now?
Elodie:No, we’re disagreeing respectfully via email right now.
Elodie:We’re fighting in real life.
