Sleet Banshee by S.J. Tilly
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
MEGHAN
Dear Diary,
I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest. The breaking and entering, turned intervention, turned girls' day, was exactly what I needed. And exactly what I should have done months ago. I’ve officially learned my lesson. No more trying to deal with shit on my own.
The girls made me promise that I’d start going to games again, which is hardly a hardship. And - clearly, I’ll see Sebastian at Katelyn and Jackson’s wedding. But I honestly don't know what I should do when I do when run into him again.
Sounds like over the last few months, while I was pushing my friends away, Zach and Sebastian were wedging themselves deeper into the inner circle. So no matter what, I’ll be seeing him on occasion. That’d be an easier pill to swallow if I hadn’t showed my straight flush of emotions by reacting so strongly to his love comment. Katelyn was right. I put my heart on my sleeve whether I meant to or not.
At least now I have something to occupy my mind for the next couple of months. Katelyn dropped that bomb right before they left my apartment. She wants me to plan their wedding!!!
I couldn’t be more excited!
And since rich people (aka Jackson) can’t do anything normal, they’re giving me all of two months to plan the thing. They picked a Friday night in the beginning of April, and they have the venue booked. And it’s at the coolest place imaginable - the Science Museum. Apparently Jackson has an in with someone who works there. I’ll meet with the guy this week so I can do a walk through and start planning out the details.
On face value, it sounds super nerdy, but it’s going to be amazing. It’s been a while since I’ve been, but they have everything from giant dinosaur skeletons to an anatomically correct human heart big enough to walk through. The wedding will be after business hours, so we’ll have free rein. And an endless budget. I told Katelyn I’d do it for free, but she said Jackson insisted on paying my usual fee. And since he makes millions (plural) every year, I feel zero guilt at charging him the full rate.
This gives me two months.
Two months to plan a wedding.
Two months to get back in touch with the old me.
Two months to prepare for another meeting with Sebastian LeBlanc.
XoxoX
