The Billonaire Wedding Planner

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tch to me, his favorite grandson. My grandad was an amazing person, but could be quite grouchy and old-fashioned. I knew that if he were alive, he w

was on the way to. "How much longer, Henry?" I asked my driver. "It should be just about ten minutes more, Mr Storm," h

me for being late. "Well, you get here soon," he said, without a hint of aggravation, "Some of the boys are running behind and

with him said. My eyebrows raised. "I'll be there soon, Dad." It was another fifteen minutes before my car p

," he told me, jogging to keep up with my pace as I walked briskly to the elevator, "I've already met your father today and I ho

me, his chest puffed out. "Good man," I patted him on the shoulder and walked out of the elevator and down the corridor into the hall we had booked for the luncheon. The room was packed

d twice annually to keep up morale and so far, it seemed to be working. I walked around the room, talking to everyone that I could, laughing at their jokes and pretendin

ge arm chair near a window and sat down, just watching the crowds going in and out of the different halls, chatting with each other, laughing and taking pictures. A few minutes after I sat down, I heard the sound of heels hitting the tiled floor, coming

instinctively and she came to a slow halt near me. "Mr. Storm," she smiled, sweetly, "Fancy meeting yo

dancing and having a good time now." She gestured to the hall out of which music, c

hat else is there to do if the wedding is over?" I asked. She motioned for me to walk with her

served, the cake must be frozen for the first anniversary, all the vendors must be reviewed and paid, all the leftover decorations and part

rvice is all inclusive, so I at the very least advise them on what needs to be done. The people getting married sh

eir family inside. People were milling around the tables, talking and la

er. "This is all beautiful," I complimented her. She smiled and nodded. "You'll be helping Sophia with

haos, but I can make it easy and neat and tidy. I've always loved weddings and this way I get to bring everyone's dream wedding alive." Not many people in my acquaintance loved what they did with the same passion Sca

over the work of the day and pieces fell all around her face, but in an elegant manner. I cleared my throat and look

the people I worked with. A small, inadvertent smile came on to my face. "Yeah," I replied, "I do. I get to meet people and see their dreams come true, too. It'

"I'll see you at the meeting on Wednesday." "Yeah, see you," I replied and she was gone

ted me. There was a Wikipedia page about her being the wedding planner to the stars and it t

ner for six years. She had built her company from the ground up and it now had a very high net worth. I was imp

ns and dozens of positive reviews about the experiences various couples had with her. There wasn't, however, any mention of her pe

ht, blue eyes. She carried herself with dignity and importance, and the clothes that she wore suited her and fit her

id with the respect she commanded, rather than by flirtation or coyness, like Sophia. I shook my head, tryin