No one should ever plan a wedding at Flambé!
Why? As Ned and Olivia’s wedding planner, let me count the ways:
Flambé is waaaay too sexy for a wedding. Remember, grandparents will be there.
Flaming cocktails + a wedding veil = literally burning down the house.
Head chef Arie is an absolute tyrant who thinks she’s planning the day.
Co-owner Simon is Clark-Kent-hot … a huge distraction.
Did I mention Simon’s sexy horn-rimmed glasses? Can I get an Amen!
I have this condition where I get too excited around good-looking men. Like Simon.
If the Flambé staff finds out I’m a virgin, I’ll never live it down.
Unfortunately, my bride is determined to get hitched in Flambé’s den of sin. The view there may be great, but everything else is complicated—especially with Simon as my liaison. I can’t stop having Superman fantasies about him. Worse, it seems like he might be up for a little roleplay, but he doesn’t know my pesky V-card will get in the way. And if Arie and I spend more than five minutes together, somebody’s going to find body parts in the chocolate crème.
Of course, none of that matters because I’m a professional. It’s my job to make my bride and groom’s life easier, even if it means making my own life hell. And everything between Simon and I can wait until after the wedding … maybe. If he’ll just stop giving me that dang sexy smile.
