Liam, despite his charmingly disheveled appearance, seemed oddly calm amidst the swirling chaos. He was holding a half-eaten sausage roll and a guitar case, a stark contrast to Ava's perfectly pressed pantsuit and stressed demeanor. His presence was as unexpected as a blizzard in July, yet somehow, it felt… oddly comforting.
"I overheard the caterer's crisis," Liam explained, his voice a smooth baritone that somehow managed to cut through the din. "My band's catering gig fell through. We've got plenty of food. And I can DJ."
Ava stared at him, speechless. This was not how she envisioned her evening unfolding. Her perfectly planned wedding was being salvaged by her childhood nemesis, a musician whose band's name was ironically appropriate for the current situation. The irony wasn't lost on her. She was a master of control, yet here she was, relying on the most unpredictable force she knew.
Liam, oblivious to her internal turmoil, was already efficiently directing the caterers, his surprisingly organized approach a stark contrast to his usual carefree demeanor. He even managed to untangle the fairy lights with a speed and dexterity that Ava found both impressive and slightly irritating. He was, she grudgingly admitted, good at this. Too good.
As the evening progressed, Liam's unexpected assistance transformed the wedding from a potential disaster into a surprisingly successful event. His musical talent filled the air with a lively energy, and his calming presence diffused the tension among the stressed-out vendors. Ava found herself relying on him more than she'd ever imagined, and the more she did, the more she realized how much she disliked admitting it.