Chapter 7 - Canceling the Fantasy
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By Monday morning, I was sitting in the executive office of Lumière Events, the high-end wedding planning agency I had hired six months prior.
My wedding planner, Julian, sat across from me with a delicate porcelain teacup in his hand, looking at me with deep sympathy.
"Lena, darling, I heard about the... incident," Julian said softly. "Are you absolutely sure you want to pull the plug on everything? The wedding is only eight weeks away."
"I am a hundred percent sure, Julian," I said, pulling out my tablet. "I want every single contract canceled immediately. The venue, the Michelin-star catering, the floral imports, the private orchestra, the custom tuxedo fittings for Ethan—cancel all of it."
"The deposit refunds will be substantial," Julian noted, tapping on his iPad. "Since you paid for ninety-five percent of these contracts directly from your personal account, roughly sixty-five thousand dollars will be returned to you within five business days."
"Good," I said. "And what about the remaining fifteen thousand?"
"Those were non-refundable vendor retention fees," Julian explained. "However... there is one small detail. Ethan’s mother called my office two hours ago, claiming she was taking over the event coordination and demanding we transfer the venue booking to her name."
I chuckled, leaning back in the leather chair. "She wants to keep the luxury country club venue for herself?"
"Apparently, she planned a massive charity gala for her local garden club on that exact date," Julian revealed, shaking his head. "She told my assistant that since the venue was already reserved, she was simply going to reuse the reservation."
"Cancel the venue booking instantly, Julian," I said, my eyes gleaming. "Do not let her transfer it. Let the country club release the date to their public waiting list."
"Consider it done," Julian smiled wickedly. "Margaret Whitman will be receiving a formal cancellation notice by noon today."
I stood up, adjusting my blazer over my growing baby bump.
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Margaret had spent months bragging to her wealthy friends about the lavish event she was hosting at the most exclusive estate in the state.
By lunch, she was going to have to explain to two hundred high-society guests why her grand event was officially burned to the ground.
