The Wedding Planner {muke}

1 : cake

"Does anyone around here understand English?!" Luke couldn't handle these people. This wedding was going to be flawless if Luke had anything to do with it. After all, he was the best of the best. Number one, most desired wedding planner in New York City. Ever since he had relocated to his hometown in Sydney, Australia, he had become a small celebrity, if only in the land of bridesmaids and cake.

"Mr. Hemmings, we have a problem," Darcy, Luke's top assistant, talked in a low, soothing voice. It wasn't on purpose. She just talked that way. Which was why she was his top assistant. She never let him get too peeved off at anything. "The cake isn't here yet."

Luke felt his stress level rise. The crowds of people scrambling around to set up the reception hall weren't helping him either. He was so close to just ripping his hair out and retiring to become a Late Night television host for people who had been to too many weddings.

"EVERYONE JUST STOP," Luke yelled, all the buzzing activity pausing. Everyone looked at their boss, nervous looks on all their faces. They were afraid they had done something wrong.

"Mr. Hemmings..." Darcy started to scold him, but she stopped herself. Her eye had caught something. And soon enough everyone was looking in the same direction.

"What the hell is everyone looking..." Luke spun around to see what all of his employees were staring at.

It was Luke's boss. The one who helped Luke get to that point. Everyone knew who he was, but something told Luke that there was something up. Tony never came for no reason.

"Tony, hey," Luke grinned, giving his employer a hug. Not employer, really. They were more like best friends. "What're you doing here?"

"EVERYONE GET BACK TO WORK!" Tony yelled at the people to get going, which pressed play on the bustling and confusion. "I have a big job for you. You know Michael Clifford, right?"

"That CEO of that company his father used to own," Luke nodded. "Why?"

"He's getting married to his boyfriend and-"

"Michael Clifford is gay?" Luke's eyes widened. "Damn, if I had only known sooner I would've pounced on that -" Luke cleared his throat. "Sorry. Continue."

"He has requested your services for their wedding. They're willing to pay however much for the biggest, gaudiest wedding you can imagine."

"Count me in," Luke turned to Darcy. "Go find whoever is responsible for the cake. If it isn't here within ten minutes go to the shop and get another one. Tell them Luke Hemmings sent you. They should know what to do."

Darcy nodded and hurried off, leaving Luke and Tony standing alone.

"I'll set up a meeting for Monday," Tony smirked. "Try not to steal him away from his boyfriend, Luke."

"No promises. Michael Clifford is literal perfection," Luke heard a crashing come from one of the back rooms. "Excuse me." He walked away from Tony. His voice then came from the back room. "WHO THE FUCK LET ALEX NEAR THE FINE CHINA?!"

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