Autumn almost bowed her head in front of Jacks as she tried to make the man talk. But he was as tight lipped as a bank vault!
"Come on, Jacks," she pleaded, her voice edged with frustration. "I know you know who it is! I'm the manager of the resort, okay? You can trust me. It's not like I'm going to spill the beans! At least tell me the name of the bride? Or the groom? Or just give me a hint! Is it some celebrity, business tycoon or someone royalty like Evana?"
Jacks simply shook his head, offering her the same smile he probably practiced in front of the mirror every morning. It was the kind of smile that said, "Nice try, but no dice."
