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Actually.”
    I bent down, retrieving my bag. I didn’t have much. Just my notebook I started a couple days ago. I brought it today thinking some of the planners might have wanted to see it, but the first lady ended up setting cake samples on it the minute I set it down.
    Cracking it open, I thumbed to the middle.
    “Is it loud in here to you?”
    I lifted my gaze from the pad. “What?”
    Troy pointed to his ear. “The noise in the restaurant. A bit loud don’t you think?”
    I had to laugh as the thought crossed my mind only moments before he arrived. “Yeah. Kind of distracting.”
    He rose from his chair instantly placing out his hands for mine, and I took them, rising up.
    “How about you present in the garden?” Troy asked. “A lot quieter. We’ll actually be able to hear each other out there.”
    He gestured me forward with a laugh, and I found myself liking this planner more and more. We passed the restaurant owner though the heavy traffic of the establishment on our way out to the garden. He lifted his fingers to his ear, and I shook my head. I didn’t think I’d need our signal this time.
    The winter breeze in Miami matched that of spring in the Midwest, cool and light. Turns out Troy had a few consultations at this restaurant and that made him the perfect escort to lead us through the garden while I told him my ideas. He listened intently and bounced ideas off what I said, strengthening them and making them feasible, making them better. He went well over his thirty minutes allotted, but I found myself not minding at all. I got to find out more about his business too while we visited together. He started with just himself and his domestic partner of fifteen years, Sam Franklin. The two had a shoebox of a shop and quickly got buzz with their modern edge and attention to detail. They quickly grew and here they were. Though they expanded, he and his partner still liked to have a personal hand in every wedding they represented. If I chose him, I’d be working a lot with his attendants but he himself would be there ninety percent of the time, no passing me off and I loved that.
    “So we like orange,” he said, looking down at me while he tapped his chin.
    I grinned. “Yes, and ivory.”
    He nodded. “And your fiancé doesn’t mind dressing up, but prefers being a t-shirt and jeans type of guy.”
    Laid back and Griffin definitely went hand and hand. That was one of the things I loved about him though. I nodded in confirmation.
    He stopped our stroll in front of a fountain, and ironically enough, a beautiful assortment of orange blooms surrounded it. “What do you think of a beach wedding, Roxie?” he asked me. “Right here in Miami. Maybe late summer/ early fall? We can have it set up on a private beach. You said your fiancé plays professionally so I can imagine the media would be an obstacle. A private location would be ideal to aid that. After the ceremony, we can have the reception on an evening cruise of the Atlantic. The sunset will complement the tones of ivory and persimmon, a real fun orange,” he paused winking.
    “We’ll have both throughout the wedding party and décor,” he said continuing. “The best part is your guests will be able to dress more casually, comfortable, with this setting. Your attendants will be in matching short cocktail dresses, and your groom in an easily breathable fabric. Linen pants and a white dress shirt. His attendants will wear the same and the bride herself will be in a mermaid style gown, changing into a free-flowing dress for the reception so she can dance the night away. How does that sound?”
    His words took me out of the mental nightmare I’d created about the outcome of this wedding. Huge church filled with people I barely knew, a media circus and stuffy clothes. Troy transformed what measly ideas I had and made them a reality. Not some grand affair, but a vision of simplicity, intimacy, and love.
    “Of course these are just ideas,” he