Camila’s POV
Dylan answered with a casual flip through her planner. A sinking feeling hit me as I realized that was the same day we had another big catering event scheduled across town.
It was something we had already planned about a week or more before now, and I was surprised that Dylan had forgotten about that already when she was the one that met the client.
"Dylan," I said, the stress evident in my voice, "that's the same day as the Henderson wedding. We can't possibly do both." I said, reminding her. I knew I had to because by the lion of things, she couldn’t remember.
But she lifted her shoulder in a shrug instead, nodding her head at me. She had an unfazed expression on her face and she said. "I know, I saw that. But I figured we could handle it. This client is willing to pay,
