document she picked up was the proposal that Lauren had chosen about floral arrangements for the wedding and reception.
“We can walk over to the floral shop and see the sample bouquets. Rose said that they would be done by this afternoon,” Ivy suggested before flipping the page.
“Can we wait for Randall?” Lauren asked.
“Sure, we can wait for him.”
As Lauren read the notes under the photographs on the page, she said, “I love both options for the reception, but I want to go with the buffet stations. Having more than three entrée selections is important to me.”
“We can set it up nicely.” Ivy was pleased Lauren had chosen the buffet, for it gave her more variety and she could get most of the items on her list. She still saved money, even though it was pricier than the family style served meal because she had three kinds of fish, filet mignon and seafood, but Lauren didn’t seem to mind the cost.
“Let me call Rose and see if the sample centerpieces are ready now.” Ivy picked up the phone and pressed the intercom button to Rose’s shop.
“Yes, Vee.”
“Are the samples ready? I have Lauren Kabins in my office.” Rose created breathtaking floral designs, and Ivy was excited to see her sketch in person.
“I’m almost done. Give me about twenty minutes and I’ll bring it to you.”
“Okay,” Ivy said before disconnecting the call.
“Let’s go ahead to choose the invitation and I can have those in the mail by Monday.” Ivy got up from her desk and walked into a room adjacent to her office, pulled a large three-ring bound book filled with samples of wedding stationery from the shelf and brought it back to the office.
“Did you still want to wait for your fiancée?”
Lauren gave a sheepish grin. “Would you mind? I really want him to be part of the planning process.”
Ivy placed the book in front of Lauren and checked her watch as she went back to her chair behind the desk. “Don’t feel bad if he doesn’t come inside, Lauren. Most men don’t really get involved in the planning anyway. They are usually satisfied if the bride’s happy. I have an idea, if he doesn’t show up, he can come to the cake tasting.” She pulled up the calendar to check for an opening. “You guys can come next Monday morning at ten o’clock.”
At that moment Gwen appeared. “Ivy, Lauren’s fiancée is here,” she said, stepping back and letting a towering figure come forward.
Ivy gasped.
Stunned, Ivy scrambled to recover from the entirely unexpected sight of Randall Holloway in her office, of all places. She had no idea that when Lauren said her fiancé’s name was Randall that it would be the Randall she’d known for years.
A trained professional knew how to handle things like this, but Ivy never thought she’d have to deal with this type of situation. She hadn’t imagined seeing him again. She hoped her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. The day had turned into a nightmare.
Smiling brightly, Lauren jumped up and threw her arms around her fiancée. “Baby, what took you so long?”
Randall kissed Lauren on the forehead, but his eyes were on Ivy. “William needed to talk to me about my new job contract.”
Taking his hand, Lauren led him over to the other chair in front of Ivy’s desk.
“Baby, I’d like you to meet Ivy Hart; she’s the woman I told you about.”
His face blank, Randall extended his hand. “Hello, Ivy,” he said politely.
Ivy stared at the outstretched hand; she couldn’t believe his nerve. Not wanting Lauren to think she was rude, she accepted his hand.
“Nice to see you again, Randall,” she said, remaining seated.
Lauren looked back and forth between Randall and Ivy. “You two know each other?”
Ivy answered first. “Yes, we went to grad school together.”
“Wow, how ironic is that?” Lauren said. “You never told me you knew Ivy.”
“I know so many people, I didn’t think about it,” he said noncommittally.
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“We can walk over to the floral shop and see the sample bouquets. Rose said that they would be done by this afternoon,” Ivy suggested before flipping the page.
“Can we wait for Randall?” Lauren asked.
“Sure, we can wait for him.”
As Lauren read the notes under the photographs on the page, she said, “I love both options for the reception, but I want to go with the buffet stations. Having more than three entrée selections is important to me.”
“We can set it up nicely.” Ivy was pleased Lauren had chosen the buffet, for it gave her more variety and she could get most of the items on her list. She still saved money, even though it was pricier than the family style served meal because she had three kinds of fish, filet mignon and seafood, but Lauren didn’t seem to mind the cost.
“Let me call Rose and see if the sample centerpieces are ready now.” Ivy picked up the phone and pressed the intercom button to Rose’s shop.
“Yes, Vee.”
“Are the samples ready? I have Lauren Kabins in my office.” Rose created breathtaking floral designs, and Ivy was excited to see her sketch in person.
“I’m almost done. Give me about twenty minutes and I’ll bring it to you.”
“Okay,” Ivy said before disconnecting the call.
“Let’s go ahead to choose the invitation and I can have those in the mail by Monday.” Ivy got up from her desk and walked into a room adjacent to her office, pulled a large three-ring bound book filled with samples of wedding stationery from the shelf and brought it back to the office.
“Did you still want to wait for your fiancée?”
Lauren gave a sheepish grin. “Would you mind? I really want him to be part of the planning process.”
Ivy placed the book in front of Lauren and checked her watch as she went back to her chair behind the desk. “Don’t feel bad if he doesn’t come inside, Lauren. Most men don’t really get involved in the planning anyway. They are usually satisfied if the bride’s happy. I have an idea, if he doesn’t show up, he can come to the cake tasting.” She pulled up the calendar to check for an opening. “You guys can come next Monday morning at ten o’clock.”
At that moment Gwen appeared. “Ivy, Lauren’s fiancée is here,” she said, stepping back and letting a towering figure come forward.
Ivy gasped.
Stunned, Ivy scrambled to recover from the entirely unexpected sight of Randall Holloway in her office, of all places. She had no idea that when Lauren said her fiancé’s name was Randall that it would be the Randall she’d known for years.
A trained professional knew how to handle things like this, but Ivy never thought she’d have to deal with this type of situation. She hadn’t imagined seeing him again. She hoped her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. The day had turned into a nightmare.
Smiling brightly, Lauren jumped up and threw her arms around her fiancée. “Baby, what took you so long?”
Randall kissed Lauren on the forehead, but his eyes were on Ivy. “William needed to talk to me about my new job contract.”
Taking his hand, Lauren led him over to the other chair in front of Ivy’s desk.
“Baby, I’d like you to meet Ivy Hart; she’s the woman I told you about.”
His face blank, Randall extended his hand. “Hello, Ivy,” he said politely.
Ivy stared at the outstretched hand; she couldn’t believe his nerve. Not wanting Lauren to think she was rude, she accepted his hand.
“Nice to see you again, Randall,” she said, remaining seated.
Lauren looked back and forth between Randall and Ivy. “You two know each other?”
Ivy answered first. “Yes, we went to grad school together.”
“Wow, how ironic is that?” Lauren said. “You never told me you knew Ivy.”
“I know so many people, I didn’t think about it,” he said noncommittally.
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