The wedding was a success, but the aftermath was anything but. Exhausted but strangely exhilarated, Ava was clearing up when Liam appeared, a sheepish grin on his face. He was holding a small, velvet box.
"So," he began, his voice a little shaky, "about the wedding… I know it was a bit chaotic, but I was wondering…" He opened the box, revealing a sparkling ring. "Would you… maybe… plan my wedding?"
Ava stared at him, dumbfounded. Her perfectly ordered world had just been turned upside down again. This time, however, it wasn't due to a rogue bridesmaid or a sudden downpour. It was due to Liam O'Connell, her childhood nemesis, and a proposal that was as unexpected as it was utterly charming. And, for the first time in a long time, Ava felt a flicker of something other than cynicism. Perhaps, just perhaps, a little bit of hope. But also, a whole lot of panic. She had a wedding to plan. Again.