Chapter 169

One Year Later

"Since we can't get the mini topiaries, we'll need to come up with some other centerpiece for the table arrangements. With the wedding being in a week, we're getting short on time." Whitney Edmonds, the divorcée who'd opened an event planning business down the hall from Hannah several months back, was more than a little rattled. Her usually perfectly coifed blonde hair was piled in a messy bun, chunks escaping at odd intervals, as if she'd started to run her hands through in frustration and caught her fingers. "I don't know why anybody wants to get married so close to Christmas."

Relieved at the interruption to her own thoughts, Hannah rose from her desk. "It'll be fine. Let's go brainstorm."