The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake(12)

She blinked, taken aback by the abrupt change in his voice. Gone was  the jovial businessman. In his place was the cool, cutthroat man that  made her cringe. The one that had never given her an ounce of love  growing up. And even though Greer knew she was stronger than that, she  withered a little under his disapproval.

"I'm sure I can move things around," she murmured.

"Excellent." Her father's smile returned, and Greer felt the knot of  anxiety in her stomach relax. "As I said, I do not have time to deal  with the planning of a wedding. My best man will handle anything that  requires a decision by the groom, and my three potential brides will  have carte blanche to do as they like. Since there will be three brides,  we shall prepare three weddings and only one will go off."

This was starting to sound like a nightmare, but Greer kept her hands clasped in her lap. "I see."

"You can continue to stay here at the castle, of course. And if you  need to fly back to New York temporarily"-he stressed the word-"then you  can of course use my private jet."

"Thank you." What else could she say?

"Isn't this exciting?" Bunni asked, bouncing in her seat again. It made  her breasts jiggle magnificently. "We're all going to be brides!"

"At least until we get to the altar," Kiki said, and gave Greer a little smile, as if sympathizing with her shock.

Greer's mind was racing with all the things she'd need to do to plan  the wedding. There'd be locations to scout out, press releases, an  engagement party, photographers to book, and a hundred small tasks that  would fall in her lap. It would take well over a year to coordinate  properly, but she could just fly back and forth for Gretchen's wedding,  and make calls from Vegas. As for her other client, she'd simply have to  refer her to the competition. "When did you say you wanted this done,  Vader?"

"I think a month is enough time for this silliness, don't you?" Stijn  opened his laptop. "Now, if you ladies don't mind, I need to do some  work."

"A month?" Greer sputtered.

The wintry look returned to her father's eyes. "Is this a problem? Is it that you don't want to help your father?"

"No, I do. It's just . . . a month is fine." She felt faint at the thought, but she also didn't want to let her father down.         

     



 

She'd just have a really, really busy month.

***

Gretchen: What do you mean, you're going to be in Vegas for the next month???

Greer: I'm so sorry. Did you see the press release that my father sent  out? He's marrying one of his girlfriends and he wants me to handle the  ceremony. I'm so sorry.

Gretchen: But we have cake tastings on Thursday!!!!!!!!!! Look at how  many exclamation points I'm using!!!!!!!! CAKE! TASTING!!!

Greer: I know. I'm so, so sorry. Please don't hate me. It's just . . .  he's my father. And it's all very sudden but it'll be over in a month.

Gretchen: I can't believe you're bailing on cake tastings. Isn't that something preggo ladies are supposed to be crazy about?

Greer: Can you bring Hunter with you?

Gretchen: Only if I want him to give me smoldering looks the entire time and distract me.

Greer: Well, that's not so terrible, is it? :)

Gretchen: You crazy romantic, you. Fine. I'll bring Taylor or Edie or someone. FINE.

Greer: I really am sorry.

Gretchen: I'm just giving you shit. You know I love you. And you know  I'll be texting you pictures of everything to make sure it meets your  approval.

Greer: This sounds like a plan. :)

Gretchen: So seriously, which girlfriend is he marrying?

Greer: That is the million dollar question, isn't it?

Gretchen: Oh man, I wish I could be a fly on THAT wall. That sticky, sticky wall.

Greer: Gross, Gretchen! That's my dad.

Gretchen: Yeah, but your dad's a stud. An old, somewhat creepy stud, but still a stud.

Greer: Thanks for that.

Gretchen: Consider that visual subtle revenge for bailing out on the  cake tasting. That and I'm going to get marzipan vaginas to decorate the  edges of the groom's cake.

Greer: I'm sorry, and no you are not.

Gretchen: Fine, fine, I'm not.

***

Greer sat down in the dining room with her wedding checklists the next  morning after breakfast. There were so many things to be done, and such a  short time frame in which to do it. Every time she thought of the  one-month deadline, she panicked a little. One day at a time, Greer, she  told herself. A daily checklist of tasks to be done would help.

She'd started late last night, gathering information. Luckily her  father and The Dutchman magazine already had a publicist, so they'd  worked together to craft a publicity statement to send to all the major  news outlets. Her father had wanted it to be a news event, and it was  already. Her personal Facebook was flooded with friends linking to the  news articles, and her phone was flooding with texts. She tried not to  read most of the articles sent to her, since the vast majority mocked  her father, his magazine, and his three girlfriends. Poor Bunni, Kiki,  and Tiffi. She knew they were excited at the prospect of (possibly)  marrying her father, but they were going to be dragged through the mud  until then. Heck, probably even after.

It was going to be a big mess, and she was in charge of it.

Heaven help her.

She had a cup of hot tea sitting in front of her and had been making  notes on her checklists while waiting for the triplets to wake up. Her  stomach wasn't erupting at the smell of breakfast anymore, which was  good. She didn't have time for more morning sickness. There was far too  much to be done and too little time to do it in. She'd left a note for  the triplets to meet her at eleven, and a note with her father's  assistant to contact the best man and to get his information to Greer.  She'd been so shocked last night at her father's big reveal that she'd  completely forgotten to get the man's name. To her surprise, the best  man had agreed to be at the first planning meeting this morning. That  would definitely make things easier, considering he was going to stand  in for her father (who had left early to be on-site for a photo shoot in  Tahoe).

The girls wandered in late, but all three were excited to begin. They  sat down across from Greer and she pulled out three wedding planner  checklists. If there were going to be three brides, she was going to  treat this like three concurrent weddings and just hope that most of the  details matched. It was clear that Tiffi wasn't up for much, though.  She yawned and mainlined coffee while Bunni and Kiki chatted. Someone  obviously wasn't a morning person.         

     



 

Well, that was too bad. Greer had too much to do to cater to Tiffi. She  checked her watch. Twenty minutes had passed and still no best man.  "Let's go ahead and start, shall we? We can just loop in the best man  when he gets here." When all three women looked as if they were going to  burst with excitement, it was hard not to share their enthusiasm. Greer  smiled at them. "Now, let's consider this a brainstorming session, all  right? No idea is too strange or too weird. We'll throw it all out on  the table and I'll take notes, and we'll see what we come up with,  okay?" She glanced down at her checklist. "The first thing I'd normally  go over with a bride-to-be is the budget, but I'm going to surge ahead  and assume we're fine with that. Let's think about venues. Do we want to  have the wedding here or at a church?"

Tiffi snorted, and Bunni giggled.

"I'm going to guess church is out. Perhaps here, then?"

"What about a destination wedding?" Bunni asked.

Oh god, if they wanted to do a destination wedding, she'd strangle the  lot of them. "I'm pretty sure that if we're planning anything other than  an extremely, extremely small wedding, it'd be impossible to book  anything at this late a date."

"What if we moved the wedding out another day or two?" Bunni blinked  innocently at Greer. "Can we still do a destination wedding?"

Bless her heart. Greer tried not to throw a pencil at her big blonde hair. "Most weddings are booked a year in advance."

All three women made a small "oh" of surprise. Now they were getting  it. "I bet Stijn would like to have it here," Kiki ventured.

"Do you think we could put a big ice sculpture in the pool?" Tiffi asked. "That would be cool."

Bunni giggled. "Cool. Get it?"

"I like the idea of having it here," Greer agreed, charging ahead. That  would make her life a hundred times easier. "Let's go with that, shall  we? You can just have the destination for, say, the honeymoon."

"Ooo, I'm thinking Bora Bora," Kiki said.

"Oh please," Tiffi retorted. "I want to go someplace with a beach."

"Yeah," Bunni agreed. "The mountains suck. I'd rather wear a bikini than a parka."

"Bora Bora is a beach, you doofus," said Kiki.

"Really? I thought it was like, where everyone tries to climb that big  mountain." Tiffi looked confused. "The one everyone dies on?"

"Mount . . . Everest?" Greer blinked.