commented.
“Ladies, thank you for moving so quickly. I still need to talk to Jonathan about the menu and table linens and such, but I think we’re good here.”
Ivy adjourned the meeting and went back to her office. She pulled up her e-mail and saw that Jonathan had sent two.
Ivy loved modern technology. Since their office went green a couple of years ago, they’ve been able to save time by using the computer for their proposals, sketches and wedding project management. Being able to communicate with brides as well as vendors in a split second via e-mail or text had been a blessing to their business.
Now that the proposals were complete, she got them ready to e-mail to Lauren. Ivy then printed a hard copy of all the documents and added them to the rest of her folder. All she had left to do was send them to Lauren and wait.
* * *
Lauren called thirty minutes later. Ivy had to hold the phone from her ear so that Lauren’s scream of excitement wouldn’t burst her eardrum.
She wanted to come in right away with her fiancée to sign the contract; they had decided on one of the two proposals Ivy had sent to her. Ivy gave her an afternoon appointment and now was waiting for them to show up.
Ivy heard the buzz of the intercom. She pressed the button on the phone. “Yes, Gwen.”
“Ms. Kabins is here.”
“I’ll be right down,” Ivy said as she stood. She hung up the phone and walked down the hall to the front of the building, where she spotted Lauren chit-chatting with Gwen.
“Good afternoon, Lauren. You look radiant,” Ivy commented.
Lauren threw herself in Ivy’s arms, surprising her to say the least. “Thank you so much. I’m so excited about my wedding.”
Ivy patted Lauren on the back as she hugged her. “You are so welcome, sweetheart.”
Releasing her, Ivy stepped back and watched the tears form in the young woman’s eyes. “I didn’t think I had enough time to have a wedding like this, but you are going to make my dreams come true.” Lauren’s voice trailed off.
Ivy patted her back and smiled. Lauren’s reaction was one of the reasons she loved her job. Once she let go they walked side by side from the front of the building to the back to her office.
“Violet showed me your dress this morning. I love Monique Lhuillier’s gowns. They are so classy, elegant and . . .”
“Expensive,” Lauren chimed in. “But I don’t mind paying when I get what I want.”
“That’s a good attitude to have, because there are some folks that wouldn’t pay $3,500 for a gown that they will only be in for five hours at the most,” Ivy said as they arrived in front of her office.
Ivy looked back down the hallway.“I thought your fiancée came with you.”
“He’s in the parking lot taking a business call. He should be in shortly.”
Ivy extended her hand so that Lauren could enter the office first. “Come on in and have a seat. I just need to call Gwen.” She offered Lauren one of the empty seats in front of her desk before picking up the phone to call the receptionist.
“Gwen, send Lauren’s fiancé down when he comes in. We’re going to get started.”
“I sure will,” Gwen said.
Ivy placed the receiver on the cradle, sat down and opened Lauren’s folder.
“Ms. Hart, I don’t know how to thank you for helping me.”
“No need to thank me, my dear. I love making wedding dreams come true. I think it’s why I breathe.”
Lauren was talking a mile a minute. Ivy didn’t mind, though, because she loved to see people happy and seriously in love . . . something she hadn’t thought about in a long time.
The last man she gave her heart to didn’t know what to do with it. She promised herself not to risk that kind of love ever again.
Ivy glanced at her watch, and Lauren’s fiancée had yet to show up.
“Lauren, what did you say your fiancé’s name was?”
“Randall.”
“Maybe we should get going; it doesn’t look like Randall is coming in anytime soon.”
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“Ladies, thank you for moving so quickly. I still need to talk to Jonathan about the menu and table linens and such, but I think we’re good here.”
Ivy adjourned the meeting and went back to her office. She pulled up her e-mail and saw that Jonathan had sent two.
Ivy loved modern technology. Since their office went green a couple of years ago, they’ve been able to save time by using the computer for their proposals, sketches and wedding project management. Being able to communicate with brides as well as vendors in a split second via e-mail or text had been a blessing to their business.
Now that the proposals were complete, she got them ready to e-mail to Lauren. Ivy then printed a hard copy of all the documents and added them to the rest of her folder. All she had left to do was send them to Lauren and wait.
* * *
Lauren called thirty minutes later. Ivy had to hold the phone from her ear so that Lauren’s scream of excitement wouldn’t burst her eardrum.
She wanted to come in right away with her fiancée to sign the contract; they had decided on one of the two proposals Ivy had sent to her. Ivy gave her an afternoon appointment and now was waiting for them to show up.
Ivy heard the buzz of the intercom. She pressed the button on the phone. “Yes, Gwen.”
“Ms. Kabins is here.”
“I’ll be right down,” Ivy said as she stood. She hung up the phone and walked down the hall to the front of the building, where she spotted Lauren chit-chatting with Gwen.
“Good afternoon, Lauren. You look radiant,” Ivy commented.
Lauren threw herself in Ivy’s arms, surprising her to say the least. “Thank you so much. I’m so excited about my wedding.”
Ivy patted Lauren on the back as she hugged her. “You are so welcome, sweetheart.”
Releasing her, Ivy stepped back and watched the tears form in the young woman’s eyes. “I didn’t think I had enough time to have a wedding like this, but you are going to make my dreams come true.” Lauren’s voice trailed off.
Ivy patted her back and smiled. Lauren’s reaction was one of the reasons she loved her job. Once she let go they walked side by side from the front of the building to the back to her office.
“Violet showed me your dress this morning. I love Monique Lhuillier’s gowns. They are so classy, elegant and . . .”
“Expensive,” Lauren chimed in. “But I don’t mind paying when I get what I want.”
“That’s a good attitude to have, because there are some folks that wouldn’t pay $3,500 for a gown that they will only be in for five hours at the most,” Ivy said as they arrived in front of her office.
Ivy looked back down the hallway.“I thought your fiancée came with you.”
“He’s in the parking lot taking a business call. He should be in shortly.”
Ivy extended her hand so that Lauren could enter the office first. “Come on in and have a seat. I just need to call Gwen.” She offered Lauren one of the empty seats in front of her desk before picking up the phone to call the receptionist.
“Gwen, send Lauren’s fiancé down when he comes in. We’re going to get started.”
“I sure will,” Gwen said.
Ivy placed the receiver on the cradle, sat down and opened Lauren’s folder.
“Ms. Hart, I don’t know how to thank you for helping me.”
“No need to thank me, my dear. I love making wedding dreams come true. I think it’s why I breathe.”
Lauren was talking a mile a minute. Ivy didn’t mind, though, because she loved to see people happy and seriously in love . . . something she hadn’t thought about in a long time.
The last man she gave her heart to didn’t know what to do with it. She promised herself not to risk that kind of love ever again.
Ivy glanced at her watch, and Lauren’s fiancée had yet to show up.
“Lauren, what did you say your fiancé’s name was?”
“Randall.”
“Maybe we should get going; it doesn’t look like Randall is coming in anytime soon.”
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