The Billionaire's Wedding Planner ✔

CHAPTER SIX

R O S A L I E

Wedding Planner Rule Number 3

The Bride is always Right.

Jenna slammed two files down on my desk.

The files had two copies of the same agreement to be signed. She looked at me pointedly and put her hands on her hips.

I looked up at her.

"I hope Aiden comes for all the meetings," she mused out loud.

"You want to ogle someone else's fiancé?" I asked, giving her a smirk.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with looking," she told me, wagging her index finger at me, "A girl can dream."

"Thank you, Jenna," I sang, turning back to my notebook, laughing at her comments.

She turned to leave. "They're here," she sang back to me.

Raising my head, I saw Caroline and Aiden walk in through the front door and Sarah, the receptionist greeting them. Jenna ran to open the door to my office and let them through.

Caroline walked in, all smiles. "Rosalie, darling!" she said, greeting me, not saying my last name, "I'm so excited to see what you have for me."

Behind her, Aiden let Jenna exit the room, before walking in.

Today, Caroline wore a fitted, red Alexander Wang dress that I had seen in a catalog. She carried a Prada crocodile skin bag.

Aiden, as usual, wore a well-fitted, probably custom-tailored charcoal grey suit, with matching tie pin, cufflinks, pocket square and a watch.

"Please, have a seat," I gestured to the couch. Once they sat down, Jenna brought in a tray of refreshing lemonade and fresh cookies. I preferred to give my clients lemonade than champagne, especially because some of them are so lightweight that I can't get any work done with them.

Caroline's lips pursed the moment the tray was set down. "I'd like a glass of water, if you don't mind," she said, as her fiancé took a glass of lemonade that he was being offered.

I nodded to Jenna and she ran off to get some water.

"Let's go over the binder and then get down to the agreement, shall we?" I suggested.

"Great," Caroline agreed, while Aiden relaxed in his seat, his suit unbuttoned and his arm draped over the backrest of the couch.

"Caroline, I put together this album of things I thought you'd like to see based on our discussion last week," I said, handing her a folder, "You can go through it and tell me the things you like, don't like and any changes or additions. You can hold on to that and give it back to me at our next meeting."

Caroline opened the file and smiled, broadly. "This is absolutely beautiful," she told me.

Aiden reached over to the plate of cookies and picked one up. Seeing that from the side of her eye, Caroline angled her face to look over at him. She pursed her lips and gave him a tight smile, the veins in her neck showing. I assumed she was unhappy that he had a cookie, but I couldn't understand why.

"Mr. Carlisle," I said, "Would you like to go over the agreement for the time being?"

Aiden moved his confused eyes from Caroline to me. He blinked. "Yes, Ms. Darling, I think that's a good idea."

I handed him one of the files and he took it, gratefully.

"This," Caroline said, turning her head sharply back towards me, "Is good, but take out everything that is rustic. I don't want any exposed brick or communal tables. Everything must be elegant and classy. Nothing that looks too eastern."