The Wedding Planner {muke}

2 : dandy

Luke wasn't usually nervous about meeting clients, but this time it was different. Michael Clifford. CEO. Gorgeous. Powerful. And if he and his fiancé hated Luke, he'd be ruined. Everyone knew who Michael was, and everyone trusted his opinions. Luke had seen many businesses go down the toilet due to one single statement from Michael.

And it didn't help that his fiancé looked like he hated everything and everyone. Luke thought he looked like Dandy from American Horror Story, but he kept that thought in his head. He wasn't too sure that would go over well with the fiancé. And his sweater vest.

"I want the most expensive if everything you have," the fiancé crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. His face told Luke that he wasn't too impressed with his office. He didn't look impressed with anything.

"That's simple enough," Luke replied with a fake smile and a hint of sarcasm. He hoped that Sweater Vest didn't catch it.

"Are you sure you want it make it that gaudy, Calum? I mean, I don't think it's necessary -" Michael tried to have an opinion, but his fiancé interrupted him.

"It is necessary, Michael," Calum pursed his lips and rolled his eyes. Then turning back to Luke, he continued to say, "And the biggest cake possible. With each layer a different flavor."

Luke scribbled everything Calum was saying into his little notebook that he carried with him everywhere. He lived by that notebook. He didn't even want to know how he'd live without it.

"We need to set up a date with the venue coordinator since obviously we can't go over all of this today," Luke flipped through his planner. He was booked from what he could tell, other than that Saturday and the next week on a Wednesday. "The closest appointments I have with the venue coordinator are either Saturday at 10:00 or Wednesday at 9:30."

"I'll be gone," Calum furled his nose as if he had caught a whiff of something awful. "I guess Mikey could go without me."

"I'm right here, you know, I can speak for myself," Michael grumbled just low enough for Calum not to hear. But just loud enough for Luke to hear.

"So Saturday is whatever," Calum stood up fast like he wanted to get the hell out d there. Michael slowly stood up, Luke assumed, just to spite his fiancé. Calum walked out of the room before Michael even started to walk.

"Sorry about him," Michael apologized. "He's very, um..."

"Difficult? Snotty? Rude?" Luke absentmindedly chewed on his lip ring. "Right, sorry, that's not my business."

Michael laughed, "No, you're fine. I agree."

There was a moment of silence.

"Anyways, I'll see you Saturday at 10:00, Mr. Hemmings."

"Oh, please," Luke smiled. "Call me Luke."