CHAPTER 70

"What do you mean he's not coming?" I ask in the car on the way back from running errands after my dress appointment. "We've been confirmed for a month!" "Mr. King is sincerely apologetic," comes the crisp British voice over the line. "I assure you he's made multiple attempts to reconcile his schedule, but running a conglomerate of companies leaves little time for personal commitments." Disappointment overwhelms me as I scroll through the email correspondence, most signed by an executive assistant at Echo Entertainment on behalf of the CEO. I've been trying to get Harrison King, one of Timothy's friends from touring, to the wedding without him knowing. I know how hard it is to get on the schedule of a man running a multinational conglomerate, but I figured we'd navigated all the hurdles already. Now it might be over before it's begun. When I arrive at the house, t