Chapter 5: Protecting One's Cowboy
Main House
Office
9:53 A.M.
The wedding plans had taken over my desk. A dozen or more ring binders lay on the mahogany, almost completely hiding it. The binders contained vast amounts of information about wedding cakes, floral arrangements, decorations, tuxes, musicians, and food. I’d even made a binder with a pictorial history of Stockton County, showcasing places where couples had their wedding photographs taken. And tall stacks of notes in my sloppy handwriting leaned here and there on the desk—endless notes about bakeries, floral shops, tuxedo designers, and high-end caterers.
Never once had I thought of hiring a wedding planner. I wanted to do it myself—with Gray’s help, of course. And I’d never even thought of hiring an assistant to plan and ma
