Did her bobbed dark hair ever move? Jordan didn’t think so.

“It is. I was thinking, we could go with what Abby wanted — one bouquet per table — and then we could have some foliage on the tables, too. Something a little different.” She sat forward. “Apparently, it’s what all the young royals have at their weddings. Including Princess Olivia and Rosie.”

Marjorie raised both eyebrows. “If it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for us.” She paused, looked down at her list, then back up at Jordan. “Anything else you can advise us on, seeing as you’re in the know?”

Marcus gave Jordan a look that told her he didn’t quite believe what he was hearing, but Marjorie had said it. This was the third meeting she’d had with Jordan, and Jordan was acing it. The thing was, having been in this game for the past three years, she’d met Marjorie before in many different forms. Sometimes she was called Cressida. Sometimes she was called Sophia. Many times she’d been called Arabella. But they were always the same. They wanted the wedding to go off seamlessly. They wanted the best for their offspring. But mainly, they wanted to look good in front of their friends and family, and for people to think back to their child’s wedding for years to come and say it was the best they’d ever been to.

Jordan couldn’t guarantee that. However, she could guarantee that her suggestions would make the wedding the best it could possibly be.

“Let me see,” Jordan said, staring skywards in contemplation. “I’d say wood is definitely in this year. Earthy elements, and simplicity over anything too busy. It’s all clean lines, subtle colours, and traditional flavours with a twist for the food and drink. Which is why going overboard on the flowers isn’t the thing to do. Think less is more.” She leaned towards Marjorie. “I had lunch with the editor of Perfect Bride magazine last week. I got it direct from her mouth.”

A slight lie. Jordan had eaten lunch in the restaurant underneath where the magazine was produced. Her friend, Donald, worked for Vogue and had told her words to similar effect. That was good enough, surely?

Judging by Marjorie’s face, it was. She was eating it up. Every word.

“If Perfect Bride says so, we’ll follow suit.” Marjorie shuffled her notes, before nodding towards Jordan. “Lauren’s got all the details for the table arrangements and decorations, but perhaps you might be able to add a little something to them with your insider knowledge. You said you could take over the wedding planning too, now that Lauren’s mother is ill?”

“Absolutely. Consider it done,” Jordan replied.

“And Marcus?”

Marcus turned to his mother. “Yes?”