Chapter 4


    CHRISTINE


    I’m angry. I failed with Steve and his band.


    I take a few deep breaths and begin to rx. Getting a wedding nner’s band is just one part of their


    business. There are many other parts to go after. However, I push the thought of other parts of the


    business aside as I think about the concept of the ‘wedding whisperer’ that Steve let slip to me.


    I know there’s something important in it. It hovers just beyond my mental grasp like a carrot on a stick


    for the time being. I have to admit it’s a genius idea and I should be thinking of doing it myself. But


    there’s something else about it that I think is much more important than simply copying the idea.


    I grab the brochure that I took from Vi’s booth and study it. There’s not a word in the brochure about


    a wedding whisperer. Nothing that even alludes to it as a service.


    I check her website again. Nothing. Nowhere. The testimonials say nothing about it. How can she keep


    it secret? Surely the clients should be impressed with the added value?


    Why would clients keep it secret? It’s not possible. Unless…


    Unless what? I know it’s there but I just can’t grasp it. Frustrated, I finally try to push it away and focus


    on other work I have to do.


    My assistant enters my office and I decide to bounce the idea off her.


    “Lacy?”


    “Yes?”


    “I want to bounce something off you. An idea to possibly improve our service and differentiate us from


    other wedding nners.”


    “Okay,” Lacy says as she sits down opposite me. “What is it?”


    “A wedding whisperer.”


    “A what?” Lacy asks not understanding what I’m talking about.


    “A wedding whisperer. A person who I employ to encourage the bride or groom to put theirst-minute


    fears of getting married away and go through with the wedding anyway.”


    “Why on earth would you want to do that?” Lacy asks.


    “Because clients fork out a lot of money on a wedding. Money they lose if the bride or groom decides to


    stand the other up at the altar. This person would help them get through their fear and walk down the


    aisle anyway.”


    Lacy shakes her head. She’s conservative and I know I’ve done the right thing asking her. If anyone will


    have a negative objection it’s her. As much as her objections are negative, they do make sense most of


    the time.


    “No way. That’s asking for trouble.”


    ‘Trouble? From who?”


    Chris,” she says using the shortened version of my name. “It’s dangerous. A good idea but dangerous.


    Too dangerous.”


    “Why do you say it’s dangerous?”


    She leans forward, crosses her legs, and rests her elbow on her knee. In turn, she rests her chin on her


    hand as she always does when she’s about to make a very important point. “What happens if this


    wedding whisperer talks the bride or groom into getting married and a few months or yearster, they


    get divorced?”


    “I’m not sure I follow you, Lacy.”


    “Well, people get pretty bitter when they get divorced. They need people to me. They need to put


    their anger on someone else and if they can say they got married because they felt pressured to do so


    by a wedding whisperer, I’d say you’re going to havewyers kicking down your door very quickly.”


    I absorb what Lacy has just told me. I know she’s right and in my mind, the donkey finally gets the


    carrot on the stick.


    I nod my understanding. “Thanks, Lacy. That makes sense. I can always count on you.”


    “That’s what I’m here for,” she smiles.


    “That’s all for now.”


    Lacy gets up and leaves my office.


    I almost jump for joy. I can’t believe I didn’t see the possibilities of what she just told me. I look at the


    brochure again. Nothing. Not a word about a wedding whisperer.


    And now I know why. It’s a bomb looking for a detonator and a ce to be set off. Any wedding could


    be the ce and the detonator.


    Iugh with joy.


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