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of suggestions for her new client and nervous excitement was causing her to look at the clock every two minutes. At one-minute to nine the sound of the little doorbell notified her of Cara’s arrival.
    A tall confident looking woman strode in. “Hi, I’m Cara Boone. Are you Annabelle Summers?” She spoke with a Texan drawl as she marched over to the desk and extended her hand.
    “Yes, I’m Annabelle, nice to meet you Cara.” She stood and smiled warmly as she leaned in to shake her hand. Looking behind Cara she couldn’t see any male following her in. Confused, she asked, “I was expecting to see both of you?”
    Cara looked her up and down and smiled thinly. “My fiancé is arriving late tonight and we will be here in the morning at nine to check that everything is in place. Will that be a problem for you?”
    Wow! This woman was about as warm as ice. “No, no, that’s fine.”   Annabelle noticed that the woman was superbly groomed. Dressed in a black cashmere trouser suit with a crisp white blouse, she oozed the polished designer appeal. Standing nearly a head taller than her in her stilettos, she made Annabelle feel small and frumpy in her flat pumps, beige linen trousers and cream shirt.
    Looking around disdainfully, Cara wriggled her nose. “My, this is a cosy place.”
    Was she being sarcastic? She folded her arms defensively and replied, “Thank you, I like it and it serves its purpose well.”
    “Yes, I’m sure it does, although I was expecting something a little more…well…upbeat, but you’re the only one who could get me Blickling Hall at such short notice, so remind me of that quaint English saying?”
    Cocking her head, she replied, “Great things come in small packages?”
    “No, no.” Cara clicked her fingers. “I think it’s, beggars can’t be choosers.”
    Did she really just say that? Picking herself up from the verbal right hook, she could feel a flush of anger rising up into her jawline, but before she could rally a response Cara opened her phone and made a call.
    “Jane, bring in the file.” Within seconds the shop door opened and a stressed looking woman entered. Smiling tentatively at Annabelle, she handed the file to Cara and promptly left. Cara pursed her lips with impatience. “I have my car waiting outside, so I shall just be brief. This is a stack of papers with all my wedding requirements and I want everything listed in it.”
    Taking the file Annabelle flicked through it, nothing had been spared. She was miffed. Hours of work down the drain and now she would have to start all over again with arrangements and negotiations. “So, you don’t want a full consultation to look through any other suggestions, you just want me to organise the wedding according to the content of this file?”
    Levelling a cool glare at Annabelle, Cara placed a hand on her hip. “I don’t normally have to repeat myself, but in this instance I will excuse your inability to listen, since you don’t yet know me properly.”
    Annabelle blanched and felt like giving her a verbal right hook of her own!
    Without even registering the effect of her words, Cara continued, speaking slowly as if she were a child who had a problem understanding. “We will be here in the morning at nine sharp. On Friday, we will attend the photographer’s exhibition as you advised over the phone, and on Sunday, we will go over to Blickling Hall to finalise everything.”
    Now she was pissed. “I hope you realise that it’s virtually impossible to create a dream wedding in just three days!” This woman was clearly some sort of power freak!
    Narrowing her eyes, Cara scoffed, “Obviously, Miss Summers –”
    Annabelle noticed the drop of her first name.
    “You are perhaps not competent enough to take on this task?”
    Annabelle tossed the file onto her desk. There was a decision to be made. Does she tell her to take her arrogant groomed derrière out of here, or does she swallow her pride? After all, this was a big