Word has it that opposites attract. Jessica Keith would give the pithy expression two middle fingers because a wild party girl like her and the prim do-gooder, Matthew Parkinson are opposites hopeless to attract, let alone breathe the same air.
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Jessica
I smiled my thanks to the hostess when she pointed me out to the table on the patio where the business associate/friend-in-the-business I was supposed to meet ten minutes ago was writing on her planner. As an owner of a highly reputed wedding planning company in town, I should be in hell for making her wait.
Taylor Watkins lifted her gaze from the planner. The reprimanding frown immediately flattened when she took a good look at me.
"Hi. I'm really sorry." I dropped to the seat across from her.
"I was going to give you hell for being late, but damn, rough night?" She closed her planner, green eyes sweeping over me for another perusal.
I set my purse on the table. "Do I look horrible as badly as your face implies?"
"No. You're rocking those leather pants." She sips on her white wine, tasting it with a perfectionism of a wedding planner.
I narrowed my eyes on her face. "Are you sure though? Because I'm definitely seeing horrors in your eyes."
Taylor waved a pink manicured hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. You look hot. Anyone with minor attention to detail can never tell." She retrieves something from her purse and hand me an Advil.
"Thank God." I took it in a greedy hand.
Just then, a waiter arrived with cheeseburgers and fries – complements of the chef – and my day just got a whole lot better. Taylor gave me an inquisitive look.
"I eat here a lot. And the chef's happened to be best man to my maid of honor."
She nodded in understanding. "Oh. Andrei Parkinson."
"Yep," I say around a mouthful of burger. My eyes staggered to the chair next to her and the one next to mine that I've only just noticed now. "Are we expecting anyone else?" I grabbed a couple of fries and shove it to my mouth.
"Rachel went to take a private call. Harper is in the ladies' room." She sat back on her chair, strawberry blonde ponytail draping over her slim shoulders.
"Rach and Harper are here?"
Taylor nodded, watching me bite my way to the half of the burger with a wild fascination of someone counting calories. "Yes. I just thought they should join us."
"Wait, are they here for backup purposes?" I squinted my eyes suspiciously.
Rachel Myers and Harper Greene are the closest friend I had at the firm. Rach had only moved here more than a year ago and I met her through Audrey whom she was childhood best friends with. She was just starting off as a new receptionist at Taylor's company and was struggling to adjust to the bustling city. And then there's Harper Greene (Taylor's most trusted wedding planner) whom I've known much longer than Rach. She introduced me to Taylor, opening up elite wedding gigs for me.
