I guess she was afraid I would try to talk her out of it.
And she’s right.
I would have.
But then I would have supported her decision.
Because that’s what friends do.
“When’s the wedding?” I can’t imagine it’s going to be a long engagement, given his age.
She tells me the date. It’s in three months.
Lucinda and I talk for a few more minutes before she has to leave for her massage appointment.
I send Tiffany a text:I just heard that Victoria is getting married. Wow.
Tiffany responds a moment later:I know!
My phone rings as I sit there processing everything. I accept the call.
“Wait until you see her dress,” Tiffany immediately gushes. “It’s gorgeous. And wait until you see mine. It’s just perfect. She asked me to be her maid of honor. And we’ve been talking to the different venues…”
They have? But I’ve only been in Copper Creek for three days. When exactly did Vandenberg propose to Victoria?
Tiffany tells me all the wedding details that have been confirmed so far. She also gives her own insight as to how she would do things differently. It’s not that she’s being mean. If Tiffany had been born under different circumstances, I swear she would be a wedding coordinator.
But alas, it isn’t a dignified career as far as her family is concerned. It’s a career better suited for a commoner (their words, not mine).
So instead of pursuing her dream career, Tiffany has been planning her dream wedding. All I can say is that it’s a good thing her family is wealthy. Like the rest of us, her tastes don’t run cheap.
Eventually, she has to end our conversation and get ready for a pre-gala party.
And I still have to prepare Lady’s and Scoundrel’s beds and bring the horses in for the night.
I put my phone on the coffee table and stand. I only make it a couple of feet before my phone pings. I check the screen.
Troy:When are you going to send me those photos you promised? I want to see if the place is as bad as you say.
I laugh.It’s worse.I walk around the house, taking photos and sending them to Troy, giving him a taste of how out-of-date everything is. Every so often, I tell him how I would lay out the room or how I would make the most of the space. Mostly because he asks for my opinion.
That is bad, he texts after the photo tour is completed.And you’re planning to sell the house like that?
Me:That’s the plan. Why? Don’t you think I’ll be able to?
Troy:Depends on the asking price. But based on what I’ve seen from the photos, you won’t be able to sell it for much. Although I’m sure if there is an enterprising individual in the area, they’ll buy the house and flip it.
Me:But at least it won’t be my problem anymore.
Troy:That’s true.
Me:And then I can go home and find another project to keep me busy.
Troy:That’s true, too.
Troy:Any idea what that’s going to be?
I sigh.Not a clue.
