“Remarkably similar,” she replied, snagging Abby’s gaze.

Abby looked away.

“But that’s out the way now, we can concentrate on the final week. Only five days to the big day.” He rubbed his hands together. “You’re helping Abby with her speech, aren’t you?”

Abby shook her head, butting in. “Jordan’s done more than enough already. I’m sure I can write my speech on my own.”

“But she’s a pro!” Marcus pointed at Jordan. “You’ve got a load of jokes that are guaranteed laughter points, right?”

Jordan nodded. “I do.” She ground her teeth together, still smiling.

Marcus nudged Abby with his elbow. “Get some pointers. If you don’t, I will.”

Abby’s eyes widened. “She’s my bridesmaid not yours. I’ll take some hints.” She stared at Jordan, then looked away.

Jordan held her face steady. What kind of tips was Abby planning on taking, exactly?

“And you’re coming to the rehearsal dinner on Friday?”

Jordan screwed up her face. She’d forgotten about the rehearsal dinner. She had it on her spreadsheet, of course. However, since they’d landed yesterday, she’d forgotten everything she was meant to be doing for this wedding.

On the most important week.

She couldn’t abandon it now, could she? It would seem weird. She’d promised Marjorie she’d be at the rehearsal dinner. She’d promised everyone. Could she do it? Her body tensed with the weight of expectation in Marcus’s stare.

“I’m not sure. I was just telling Abby something’s come up.” She hated lying to him.

Marcus’s face fell. “I’m so sorry. Is there anything we can do to help? Of course, we both want you to be there, but you have to make sure you’re okay first.”

He really was the nicest man in the world, wasn’t he? His niceness made Jordan feel terrible.

She could do the final few days. Abby wanted her to. Marcus wanted her to. And if she wanted her business to go well in the future, she should.

“Forget I said that, I’ll be there. I’ll make it work.” Jordan rolled her shoulders. “Got to make sure we get this one to the altar, haven’t we? It’s in my remit.”

Marcus grinned. “Fabulous. Although I’m hoping she comes of her own accord, not just because you’re making her!”

Jordan glanced at Abby, whose face had frozen into a mask she couldn’t quite decipher. It was going to be torture, but it was only for the next five days. After that, Marcus and Abby would be married, and Jordan could bank her pay cheque and lick her wounds. At least she’d learned something from this whole debacle. To never get too close to the bride again. To never let her guard down.