“Oh, it’s perfect,” Audrey breathed, stepping into the space and spinning slowly in a full circle. It was more than perfect. It was everything she’d ever envisioned for her wedding. The ceiling had been festooned with soft waves of tulle and twinkle lights that gave the room a fairy-tale look. The centerpieces on the table were nearly three feet high, the assorted white flowers arranged to look like they were fountains overflowing with blooms instead of water. The sashes on the backs of the chairs were a delicate pink, and the name cards were handwritten in what looked like gold ink.

She smiled at Alexis. “You’re so right. It’s a princess wedding.”

It’s my wedding.

Alexis smiled back. “I thought you’d love it.”

“What’s the second reason you wanted to see us today?” Clarke asked, with a touch of male impatience. “To see Audrey’s perfect wedding and…”

“Well,” Alexis said, tapping her nails against her iPad, looking thoughtfully between the two of them. “I’m sure you both know that the Plaza books out very far in advance, unless you want to get married on a Wednesday morning off-season.”

Audrey nodded knowingly. “Is it really true it gets booked by women who aren’t even dating anyone yet, or is that Manhattan urban legend?”

“It’s been known to happen,” Alexis said. “But the Belles are on very good terms with the event coordinator here, always on the first-to-call list when there’s been a cancellation.”

Audrey couldn’t help it. Caught up in the moment, she gasped. A cancellation.

Alexis smiled in confirmation. “One of their scheduled Saturday events fell through, and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that a last-minute Saturday opening at the Plaza is rare.”

“I was just thinking about Bride Wars,” Audrey said.

“I’m not following,” Clarke said.

“It’s a movie where—never mind, it’s not important,” Audrey said as reality crashed down on her. Excited as she’d been, she remembered just as quickly that it wouldn’t matter that there’d been a cancellation at the Plaza now or ever.

Audrey took a deep breath. Now was as good a time as any. “So, Alexis, Clarke and I really appreciate that you thought of us, but—”

“How last-minute?” Clarke interrupted, looking at the wedding planner.

Alexis pursed her lips. “Well, that’s the catch. Things would have to happen soon.”

“How soon?”

“The last Saturday in March. The twenty-eighth.”

“March?” Audrey squeaked. She couldn’t fathom a fake wedding at the Plaza happening in under two months, much less a real one. Not that that was her problem.

“Is that even doable?” Clarke asked Alexis, still not looking at Audrey.