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One wedding. Fourteen days. A groom who's forgotten his own dietary restrictions, a mother-in-law running a shadow guest list, and a venue that's double-booked with a taxidermy convention. Planner Nadia has handled worse. Nadia has never actually handled worse.
“The swans were not part of the original plan. Neither, frankly, was the taxidermist.”
“I have a spreadsheet for this. The spreadsheet is crying too.”
“Nobody tells you wedding planning involves this much light treason.”
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