to that?”
She put her elbows on the desk and let her head fall into her hands, her hair
falling forward to hide her face. “So, in two weeks we have to figure out how
to make a puppy wedding the event of the month, without making ourselves look
like idiots. In the process, we have to make the very extravagant Mrs. Bobbie
Dean happy as well.”
Becky giggled. Liza needed to loosen up, have some fun and
quit working so hard. Maybe working an event this lighthearted was just the
thing. Dean was a big client and Becky knew Liza would be all over this
project. Whether she wanted to or not, she would work like a dog herself to
make it the best it could be. “Look Liza, it’s not the end of the world. It’s
just one event. We’ve got two others that weekend and I think your reputation
can handle it. I’ll manage most of the details. You handle the other bookings.”
“That was my first idea, but Dean has his own plan. Mrs.
Bobbie Dean wants me there for the entire weekend—rehearsal dinner, ceremony,
all the way to the end of a very elaborate reception. I’m stuck.” She pulled
out her notes from the meeting and tossed them across the desk.
Becky eyed the list, still trying not to break into another
fit of laughter. “If it bothers you that much, say no. But I don’t think it’s
all that bad. We both know all about Bobbie Dean and her eccentricities, but
really, it’s just one event on a relatively slow weekend. How bad can it be?”
Liza rubbed her eyes. “It’s a doggie wedding, Beck.”
Becky considered her boss and good friend. Yes, this could
be just the thing Liza needed, a weekend out of the city. She just had to
convince her of that. “You need to relax, lighten up some. The doggie-do will
be fun.” Liza flinched at the comment, but Becky was more of a friend now than
an assistant and she could get away with telling her boss the blunt truth.
Becky leaned forward and reached out her hand to her friend.
“You’ve built a prison out of this business and locked yourself in it. Get out,
Liza. Get out and do something for yourself. I’ll take care of planning
Penelope’s nuptials. You go to the spa, shopping, anything…just take a couple
days off.”
“The spa? You know I can’t do that, Becky. I agreed to do
the job, I’ll see it through.”
Becky watched as her boss scribbled a note on the list of
requests Dean had given her. Becky had been with her for years and had only
managed a couple of events without Liza micromanaging, making sure nothing was
outside of the agencies specs. One of the few people who knew about Liza’s
past, Becky understood her need for control—and Liza DeLane rarely gave up
complete control of anything.
But that didn’t mean Becky would stop helping her try.
Becky leaned back and crossed her legs. “I have another suggestion
that will make this all better.”
“I’m listening,” Liza said.
“Why don’t you suggest that they make it a charity event for
the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals or a local animal shelter?
Have the guests bring donations in lieu of gifts. Makes Dean look good, he can
even write it off on his taxes, and then you’re planning a charity event
instead of hitching pugs.”
A smile crossed Liza’s face as she contemplated her
assistant’s suggestion. “That could work. Dean would certainly see the benefits
of yet another charitable donation.” She scribbled something else on the list.
“When was the last time I gave you a raise?”
“Last month,” Becky laughed.
“I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that myself. The only
thing I could picture was the front page of the society section featuring the
billionaire Bobbie and her ‘Dog-Gone Wedding’, with the write-up naming Liza
DeLane of Main Events, Party Planners, as the person who made it all possible.”
Liza held up her wineglass in a toast. “You laughed a little at the situation
and then worked out a very simple solution. Bless you girl. Give
She put her elbows on the desk and let her head fall into her hands, her hair
falling forward to hide her face. “So, in two weeks we have to figure out how
to make a puppy wedding the event of the month, without making ourselves look
like idiots. In the process, we have to make the very extravagant Mrs. Bobbie
Dean happy as well.”
Becky giggled. Liza needed to loosen up, have some fun and
quit working so hard. Maybe working an event this lighthearted was just the
thing. Dean was a big client and Becky knew Liza would be all over this
project. Whether she wanted to or not, she would work like a dog herself to
make it the best it could be. “Look Liza, it’s not the end of the world. It’s
just one event. We’ve got two others that weekend and I think your reputation
can handle it. I’ll manage most of the details. You handle the other bookings.”
“That was my first idea, but Dean has his own plan. Mrs.
Bobbie Dean wants me there for the entire weekend—rehearsal dinner, ceremony,
all the way to the end of a very elaborate reception. I’m stuck.” She pulled
out her notes from the meeting and tossed them across the desk.
Becky eyed the list, still trying not to break into another
fit of laughter. “If it bothers you that much, say no. But I don’t think it’s
all that bad. We both know all about Bobbie Dean and her eccentricities, but
really, it’s just one event on a relatively slow weekend. How bad can it be?”
Liza rubbed her eyes. “It’s a doggie wedding, Beck.”
Becky considered her boss and good friend. Yes, this could
be just the thing Liza needed, a weekend out of the city. She just had to
convince her of that. “You need to relax, lighten up some. The doggie-do will
be fun.” Liza flinched at the comment, but Becky was more of a friend now than
an assistant and she could get away with telling her boss the blunt truth.
Becky leaned forward and reached out her hand to her friend.
“You’ve built a prison out of this business and locked yourself in it. Get out,
Liza. Get out and do something for yourself. I’ll take care of planning
Penelope’s nuptials. You go to the spa, shopping, anything…just take a couple
days off.”
“The spa? You know I can’t do that, Becky. I agreed to do
the job, I’ll see it through.”
Becky watched as her boss scribbled a note on the list of
requests Dean had given her. Becky had been with her for years and had only
managed a couple of events without Liza micromanaging, making sure nothing was
outside of the agencies specs. One of the few people who knew about Liza’s
past, Becky understood her need for control—and Liza DeLane rarely gave up
complete control of anything.
But that didn’t mean Becky would stop helping her try.
Becky leaned back and crossed her legs. “I have another suggestion
that will make this all better.”
“I’m listening,” Liza said.
“Why don’t you suggest that they make it a charity event for
the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals or a local animal shelter?
Have the guests bring donations in lieu of gifts. Makes Dean look good, he can
even write it off on his taxes, and then you’re planning a charity event
instead of hitching pugs.”
A smile crossed Liza’s face as she contemplated her
assistant’s suggestion. “That could work. Dean would certainly see the benefits
of yet another charitable donation.” She scribbled something else on the list.
“When was the last time I gave you a raise?”
“Last month,” Becky laughed.
“I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that myself. The only
thing I could picture was the front page of the society section featuring the
billionaire Bobbie and her ‘Dog-Gone Wedding’, with the write-up naming Liza
DeLane of Main Events, Party Planners, as the person who made it all possible.”
Liza held up her wineglass in a toast. “You laughed a little at the situation
and then worked out a very simple solution. Bless you girl. Give
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