“This is why I need an assistant,” she muttered, clutching her organizational supplies to her chest. No one person could reasonably be expected to plan the biggest, most lavish wedding in the history of tiny Sanctuary Island on her own…but Felicity had never been very good at being reasonable when it came to setting goals for herself. And besides, it wasn’t as if her fledgling company, of which she was President, CEO, and sole employee, could afford to hire anyone. Yet, she amended the thought. She couldn’t afford an assistant yet. But once she pulled off the wedding of billionaire Miles Harrington’s dreams, Felicity would be set. Word of mouth would spread through the wealthy elite of New York, many of whom would have the chance to experience Felicity’s work as wedding guests in four short weeks, and Dream Day Wedding Consultants would be set. She was prepared to hand out business cards right and left at the reception, so she could head home to Manhattan with a roster full of potential new clients.
