Chaos, Laughter, and a Luna's Counsel

VANESSA

The Moonstone packhouse was absolute chaos. Beautiful chaos, but chaos nonetheless.

Flower arrangements sat half-completed on every available surface. Fabric swatches littered the floor like colorful confetti. Three different sample cakes waited on the dining table, each one more elaborate than the last. And in the middle of it all stood my soon-to-be sister-in-law Olivia, looking like she might either burst into tears or start throwing things.

"I don't know what I was thinking," she groaned, shoving a pile of invitation samples aside to make room for yet another binder. "A winter wedding seemed so romantic when we decided. Now I'm drowning in details."

I laughed softly, setting down the two mugs of tea I'd brought from the kitchen. "That's why you have help. Sit. Drink. Breathe."

She collapsed into a chair with a dramatic sigh. "You're a lifesaver, Vanessa. I can plan complex pack negotiations in my sleep, but this wedding is killing me."