by the front door. The Yorkies pranced behind her down the hall as she went to her bedroom to pack for her wedding trip.
Her wedding trip…
Good Lord in heaven. Was this really happening? Had she actually agreed to marry Jonas Bravo? Tomorrow. In Las Vegas.
The idea of it stole all the breath right out of her body. She sat down on the edge of her bed with its cute white iron frame and comforting white chenille spread. The Yorkies jumped up to sit beside her.
What had he said? That he had important meetings on Wednesday, so they’d be back by tomorrow night. It would be a short trip, not a lot of time for seeing the sights.
But even though they weren’t staying the night, she’d need to pack a few things, make a few arrangements. She picked up the phone on the bedside table and called Deirdre Laventhol.
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