Wedding Haters (Event to Remember Series-Book 2) by Melissa Baldwin Page A

plans. I glance at
Abby and nod my head. I know just what needs to be done; maybe
something good will come out of my cousins joining the party after
all.

Chapter 4
     
    The next week seems to fly by. Before I know
it, I’m forty-eight hours away from my cookie debut at Bev’s Sweet
Treats. I’m so stressed because nothing seems to be going right.
Poor Cole has been on non-stop runs to the baking supply store as
well as food runs for Chinese, pizza, and even McDonald’s at
midnight. I’m so nervous that I ended up throwing up the entire
meal. Truthfully, that may not have been nerves but more the fact I
should never have eaten all that junk food in the middle of the
night. Either way, I haven’t slept. I have actually thrown away
whole batches of cookies. I didn’t tell Sienna though because there
has been many a day that she has practically survived on my cookies
alone--that is, when she isn’t on one of her no sugar diets that
last a day or two.
    When Friday morning rolls around, I have
finished the fall and summer displays. All of my spring cookies
turned out horribly. I consider quitting while I’m ahead, but I
refuse to give up. I still have a little over twenty-four hours to
pull this together, so I need to stay completely focused.
    Easier said than done. While I was having a
minor anxiety attack, I used the wrong amount of butter in my dough
and didn’t even realize it. I run to my room, scream into the
pillow, and throw a few things. A little while later Cole finds me
in my room having some kind of crazy hugging-my-knees,
rocking-on-my-floor toddler tantrum. I wish I had a picture of his
face when he saw me rocking as if I was possessed. I think I left
my body for a minute.
    “Madie, you OK?” Cole asks with concern. He
stands back for a few minutes until I respond.
    “I think so,” I say softly. “Except, I have
to wonder what I’m doing. Seriously, I should just stick to doing
hair! I’m GOOD at doing hair; no, I’m GREAT at doing hair! I have
no business being a cookie designer or doing anything in the
kitchen!” I shout and start to rock again and Cole sits down next
to me.
    “First of all,” he says as he puts his arm
around me, “please stop the rocking; you’re creeping me out.” Leave
it to Cole to make this into a joke.
    “Thanks for your support,” I reply
glumly.
    “Oh, don’t be mad.” He kisses me on the
cheek. “Yes, you’re great at doing hair, but you love your cookie
business and you’re great at that, too. Why don’t you just have fun
and enjoy yourself?” He’s right, and as always, he makes me feel
much better.
    A few hours later, I’m able to finish my
project and even make some fun cookies for our emergency stash.
This stash tends to disappear quickly during certain times of the
month in an apartment with two women. I spend the rest of the night
cleaning up the disaster that has accumulated over the past week. I
have everything ready to deliver to Bev tomorrow morning before
heading to bed. After I shower for the first time in almost three
days, I sit down in front of my computer, and I glance at my
wedding countdown calendar. I can’t remember the last time I looked
at this. I count the days and realize that it will be here before I
know it. I pull out Sienna’s list that she left for me weeks ago
and get to work.
     
    ~*~
     
    I wake up and glance at my phone; wow, 7:30
a.m. sure came quick. The last thing I remember is attempting to
conquer my wedding to-do list from Sienna. So far, the only thing I
have checked off is finally deciding on the centerpieces. I still
have to make final choices for the music list, wedding favors, and
bridesmaids’ gifts. For some reason I was able to choose my dress
rather quickly, but these simple tasks completely stress me
out.
    Once again, I put the list aside and start to
get ready for my exciting day.
    “Help me choose my outfit,” I yell to Sienna.
We’re getting ready to bring everything to Bev’s. Thankfully,