Chapter 1

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In the seven months Roseanne Park had worked at Emerald City Events as an assistant event coordinator, she had encountered her fair share of odd demands. But the Roberts' stipulation that their wedding menu be lacto-ovo-pescatarian-vegetarian and Keto-friendly was a new one.

"OTP? What the hell is that?"

"The dating app? One True Pairing? What rock have you been living under?"

Roseanne drained the dregs of her tea, which had long gone cold, and tried to tune out her coworkers' chitchat.

"Uh, I've been married for twenty-five years?" Dahye said.

"That's no excuse. Their ads are everywhere. Come on. I bet even Roseanne knows what I'm talking about."

"Hmm?" Roseanne finished skimming the email from the caterer for the Roberts' wedding-which mostly amounted to confusion and consternation about what the hell he was supposed to serve-before lowering the screen of her laptop. She'd commiserate with him later. "Sorry, even I know what?"

Joy, marketing director at Emerald City Events, leaned her chin on her hand. "OTP. Please tell me you've heard of it."

Roseanne shrugged. "Sure. Hasn't everyone?"

Joy shot Dahye a pointed look and smirked. "See?"

"And like I said"-Dahye wiggled her left hand, the platinum wedding band gleaming against her deep brown skin-"married."

"So was Rosie."

The tan line on Roseanne's ring finger had faded months ago, unlike the habit she had of running her thumb along the space where her wedding ring had once rested. She tucked her hand under her thigh and smiled. "I thought you were seeing that barista. What's her name? Hana?"

"Oh, totally. Strictly secondhand knowledge of the app on my part. I've got a cousin who met their boyfriend on the app, but that's it." Joy grinned at Dahye. "But at least I know about it."

"OOC, OTP, AO3, PWP, you kids and your abbreviations." Dahye tutted. "You wanna know the only three-letter acronym I give a damn about?" She tapped the pin on her lapel and grinned. "COO, thank you very much."

Joy crowed in delight. "PWP? Dahye, you naughty girl, what have you been reading?"

Roseanne hid her smile behind her fingers.

Utterly unabashed, Dahye shrugged one shoulder. "I like what I like."

"I've got another three-letter acronym for you." Joy swiveled her chair from side to side, in time with each letter she listed. "VIP."

She waited for the punch line, for Joy or Dahye to expound on what those three letters meant in the context of their conversation. "Who's a VIP?"

Emerald City Events, Seattle's premier events management company, catered to a variety of clientele, from street festivals to non-profits to Fortune 500 tech companies. Roseanne had yet to help with an event for any of their higher-profile clients, but she knew they existed.

"Taehyung Kim," Joy said. "Owner and creator of OTP."

That explained why Joy and Dahye were discussing the dating app.

"Does he want to hire us for an event?"

"Mm-hmm. His wedding." Joy leaned her elbows on her desk. "Lori's upstairs having kittens."

Roseanne frowned. "Shouldn't Lori be thrilled?"

"She would be," Dahye said. "If he hadn't called her last-minute."

Oh. "Shotgun wedding?" She wrinkled her nose. "Do people still call them that? I mean, do people even care?"

"You're the one who grew up in BFE, Rosie. You tell me." Joy snickered, sobering quickly.

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