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You won’t have to worry about a thing, my dear,” Diane LaGrande said even before she sat down on Angie’s sofa. She insisted on visiting her clients’ homes to get a sense of their taste and color choices. That sounded logical to Angie, and she invited her over. “I’ve done this many, many times. I know exactly what is needed for a magnificent wedding.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Angie said. After her unhappy experience with a wedding planner her sister Frannie had praised—she should have known better than to trust Frannie!—she decided to go with the one constantly written up in the San Francisco Chronicle’s style section as the best in the Bay Area, and who charged accordingly. But this was Angie’s one and only wedding, and in such things, price should be no object.
“Is this your first ma
