Despite our complicated relationship, I felt terrible for her.
« Kelsey, I’m sorry. »
« I’ve already called every hotel and restaurant within sixty miles, » she grumbled. « They’re booked. »
She placed the binder on my counter and opened it to a photograph of the lake house.
« So we’ll have it there. »
I stared at the picture. « At Grandma’s house? »
« Your lake house, yes. »
« So we’ll have it there. »
« You can’t host a wedding there with two days’ notice, Kelsey. »
« It’s a house beside a lake, Nadia. People pay thousands for THAT look. »
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