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dinner parties. It seemed like every single one of Donovan’s friends wanted to celebrate his impending wedding. Or maybe it was just what they thought they were supposed to do.
    Either way, Rose had spent plenty of time sitting in rooms where she didn’t really know anyone, trying to make conversation with friends of Donovan who were mostly interested in how each other’s business was going, or what exotic location they’d just come back from, or golf. Unfortunately, Rose didn’t have a lot of conversational options when it came to golf.
    Or she’d find herself at one end of a room with the wives and girlfriends of Donovan’s friends, while her fiancé was at the other. Rose enjoyed discussing fashion, or shoes, but after the first dozen conversations about the latest TV star she knew nothing about, she’d grown more than a little bored with the whole thing.
    “There,” Anne said, “it’s ready.”
    Rather than head to a mirror, Rose simply stepped over to one of the large windows and looked at her reflection in them.
    “It’s the most beautiful wedding dress I’ve ever seen, Anne. Thank you.” Truly, it was the dress she’d always dreamed about getting married in.
    That thought had her looking beyond the glass, to the chalet’s garden. RJ wasn’t there at the moment, but he’d been outside working for most of the morning.
    He hadn’t started on a new setup yet, but the gazebo was now gone. For a moment, the garden didn’t look quite right to Rose’s eyes.
    “Are you sure about changing your wedding this late?” Anne asked, moving to stand beside her.
    “It just wasn’t right anymore,” Rose said.
    She’d spent so long imagining her perfect wedding over the years, even before she’d known that it would be Donovan she’d be marrying. Every so often, she would just shut her eyes and picture herself on her wedding day, with the gazebo around her, wearing a wedding dress that now looked in her mind’s eye so much like the one Anne had designed for her. She’d have all her friends around her, and her perfect man would be standing beside her, ready for that perfect kiss of true love when —
    Rose started as she realized the features of the man in her imagination were more rugged, unshaven, and square-jawed than those of her fiancé.
    They were features she could imagine coming close to kiss her all too easily, because they’d nearly done just that the day before.
    Rose’s eyes shot open as she realized that she was imagining RJ.
    Why did she keep doing this to herself?
    Why did her brain — and heart — keep spinning back to what had almost happened yesterday...and what had actually happened last Valentine’s Day?
    She was going to be marrying a handsome, intelligent, successful man, so why wasn’t Donovan the one she was daydreaming about? Shouldn’t she want to spend every second with him?
    “Rose, are you okay?” Anne asked.
    Before she could reply, Phoebe stepped into the room. “Rose, I don’t want you to panic, but I think there might be a small problem.” She frowned. “Actually, quite a large problem.”
    “What’s wrong?” Rose asked.
    “It’s the orchids for the wedding arrangements.” Phoebe gestured to the sample ones she’d put together. The elegant white orchids had such delicacy and class that they were perfect for the elegant wedding Rose was trying to put together.
    “What’s wrong with the orchids?” Rose asked. “They look perfect.”
    “They would be,” Phoebe agreed, “if I could get enough for the wedding.”
    “You’ve never had a problem sourcing the right flowers before.”
    “I know, and I’m sorry, but evidently there’s a mite that’s spreading through the local orchid suppliers. Until they get it cleared up, they can’t provide me with enough white orchids for another dozen bouquets, let alone a whole wedding.”
    Rose forced herself to take a mental step back and think about what she’d do if it were a client’s wedding being