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The cere to be short and si only a best man and a o, I don’t have aone of otiated a truce, I didn’t want to riskday with drama
And there’s no way I’ivefro Whichto walk myself down the aisle, a journey on a pathway of rose petals, with Daant at the end of it
We’ve written vows—short and sweet—and we both agree that what is i to the meat of the ceremony: Do you take this man? Do you take this woman? I do, I do, dear God, I do
The reception is a different story— that we expect to go on all night Maybe even into the next day After Damien and I head out on our honey interval, Jae of the Malibu house and she, with the help of Ryan Hunter and the rest of the Stark International security team, will make sure that anyone who needs a place to crash has one, and anyone who needs a lift hoets one
Even though we’ll be off on our honeymoon for most of it, it is the details of the reception that have been occupying ed for tents, dance floors, lanterns, and heaters There will be a buffet, three bars, and a chocolate fondue station provided by Damien’s best man, his childhood friend Alaine Beauchene I’m a little fluer to solve it, and I tell ed both theif not optimistic
Other than that, the onlythe cake—which I’ll do in a few hours—and then the final dress fitting The dress is a Phillipe Favreau original that we purchased in Paris after hours of conversation with Phillipe himself It is insanely expensive, but as Daazillions of dollars if you don’t enjoy then
Phillipe is custo shipped fro delays, but I’ve been assured that all is on schedule now, and it is set to arrive at his Rodeo Drive boutique to His most trusted associate will make any final alterations to—Friday—so that it will be locked up safe in the Malibu house, all ready to transform me into a bride on Saturday
All in all, things are going reasonably smoothly, and I can’t help but sht butt, and I don’t intend to stop
I breathe deep, content, then flingMrs Damien Stark
Honestly, I can’t wait
“Ms Fairchild!”
I look up to see Tony, one of Da down the beach toward me
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry, Ms Fairchild, I tried your phone but there was no answer”
My phone, I remember, is by the bed “What is it?” I ask, alarmed “Is it Damien?”
“No, no, nothing like that But there is a woate that Damien had installed at the property entrance after the paparazzi got all crazy during his murder trial “Ordinarily, I would simply send her away and insist that she make an appointment, but under the circumstances”