heiress to a very popular hotel chain; however, she was not the typical party girl heiress. She had a heart of gold and had worked her way up in the business, earning her own money in her own right. She sat on the board of directors of her family's hotel company and was the owner of her own event planning business. She'd started off planning events for her family's hotels and decided she wanted to branch off on her own. She'd become quite successful.
“What brings you by?” Liz asked her.
“Well, I'm planning this really big shin dig for charity at the family chateau. As you know Anjelah Martin is on the charity fund-raising committee.” Liz knew Anjelah Martin fairly well. She had even had a few pieces sold from her art gallery.
Lila continued. “There is going to be a silent auction. She wanted me to come to you on behalf of the committee and ask if you'd be willing to make something to be sold at the silent auction. The proceeds would go to the children's hospital.”
Liz did not hesitate. “Of course!” She volunteered at the children's hospital when she had free time. Lila clapped her hands together with glee. “I knew you would! And that's not all! She said the pieces you've been selling at her gallery have been doing so well that if your piece at the silent auction does well enough, that she would like for you do an entire show!”
Liz felt like she was floating on air as she entered Johnny's. That was until she saw whom John was standing with. John could feel Liz's glare from across the restaurant. He turned and saw her cheeks turning a bright red. Susan and Dwayne turned and saw Liz and headed in her direction. Liz counted to ten. Then she counted to ten again.
“Liz right?” Susan asked. “It's me, Susan from the art gallery. Well, when you told me about John, I just had to come by and catch up!”
Liz turned to John. “Oh really?” she said, her voice at a uniquely high pitch.
“Yes,” she gushed leaning on Dwayne. “And he's agreed to cater our wedding!”
“Ha!” Liz sputtered out. Before she could say something to cause a scene in front of the customers, John grabbed Liz's arm and stuck out his other hand to shake Dwayne's. “My manager, Marnee, will be in touch with you about the details. She will handle everything. Susan, good seeing you again.”
He pulled Liz into his office and she exploded.
“ What the hell was that John?!”
“Liz,” he started calmly.
“What in the hell were you thinking? You're catering that harpy's wedding? The same two timing, no good trash who left you at the altar, with no real explanation? Have you lost it? You must have lost it? Because that would be the only reason that you would agree to do something so ludicrous.”
By now he had sat down at his desk and had his hands steepled together, his index fingers tapping his lower lip. She was in such a fit that she was breathing heavily, her chest moving up and down rapidly. He thought for a moment how gorgeous she looked even when she was all fired up.
“Are you done?” he asked in an eerily calm manner. “May I now speak?”
She looked at him and waved her hand in the air indignantly as if giving him the permission to speak that he was not really asking for. But before he could talk she started again.
“Why John? Why would you do it?”
“First of all, I will not be handling any of it. Marnee is going to be taking care of the whole thing. All I'm really doing is collecting a check.” When that did not seem to comfort her any, he continued.
“Apparently, Susan did not have the decency to mention that we were previously engaged. If she did, he did not seem to care. Either way, he came in here flaunting how rich he was and no expense was to be spared in his and 'Suzie's' wedding.” He paused for a minute. Liz stood there impatiently.
“And?”
“And since no expense was to be spared,” he paused again for dramatic effect and a slow, lazy grin crept on his face and he leaned back
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