The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake: Billionaires and Bridesmaids 4 by Jessica Clare

be an affair that you want your closest friends and family at. Bear in mind that there’s three of you, plus my father’s friends and family, and so you’re going to want to keep things tight, guest-wise.”
    All three nodded.
    “Maybe not my eyebrow lady,” Tiffi conceded. “But the others for sure.”
    “Don’t forget my eyebrow lady!” Bunni chimed in.
    This was going to be a very, very long month. Greer continued to smile, though her face was starting to feel the strain. “Let’s sit back and think logically about how many people we can possibly fit at a party here at the castle?”
    “Three thousand?” Tiffi questioned.
    Greer’s smile grew tighter. A very,
very
long month. “The party from a few days ago was six hundred, and that was a tight squeeze.”
    “How about twenty-six hundred?” Bunni asked. “That’s a good compromise.”
    “Where are the extra two thousand going to park their cars?” Greer asked ever so politely. She’d heard unreasonable demands before. A lot of the time it required keeping her cool and talking the bride-to-be back to her senses. Questions like bathroom facilities and parking usually did that.
    “Who cares?” Tiffi waved a hand. “Not my problem.”
    “What if they all took limos to come to our wedding?” Bunni suggested.
    “That’s going to get very expensive.” Greer was trying not to shoot down every idea, she really was. But . . . these were terrible.
    “Stijn said we could spend whatever we wanted,” she replied with a pout.
    “I do think that’s off the list,” Greer told her. “I know he said we could spend whatever we wanted, but I’m the one that has to turn in receipts.” She noticed Kiki was being very quiet. “What do you think, Kiki?”
    “Why don’t we make lists of who we want to invite and compare them?”
    Greer could have leapt across the table and kissed her. “That sounds wonderful.”
    Kiki beamed, and Greer found herself hoping her father married Kiki out of the trio. She seemed like the somewhat practical one. “I’ll get some paper,” Kiki said. “I have these cute feather pens and some scented stationery.”
    “I want purple stationery!” Tiffi called as Kiki trotted away in her high heels.
    As Kiki disappeared out the dining hall door, one of the elderly butlers appeared. “Miss Greer? There’s a guest waiting for you in the foyer.”
    “Is it the best man?”
    “I cannot say, miss.” He wouldn’t meet her gaze.
    Weird. Greer got up, smoothing her hands down her dress. It was a simple, navy blue dress that she’d worn over and over again, but it was starting to fit tight in the waist and bust, and she had to constantly adjust it. “I’ll come greet him, then. Tiffi, Bunni, you guys make your lists with Kiki until I come back, all right?”
    They nodded in unison, excited looks on their faces, and again, Greer felt a twinge of guilt that she was getting irritated with them. One of the trio was going to be her stepmother soon. . . . wasn’t that strange? She needed to get along with them, though. And she really didn’t hate them. She just wasn’t excited about planning their carnival of a wedding, especially if they had such unrealistic expectations already.
    Three thousand guests. She shuddered delicately as she strode into the main hall of the castle. The logistics of that were a nightmare, especially given the bride-roulette and the media storm that was already on her doorstep. All she needed was for the best man to be just as useless as those three and then—
    She stopped in her tracks as she entered the foyer.
    The person waiting there was Asher.
    How? Why?
    ***
    The look on Greer’s delicate, pointed face when she saw him was utter shock—followed by mutiny.
    Yeah, this was going to go over like a lead balloon. He didn’t care. He could be the bad guy as long as he got results. Asher knew going into this that she wasn’t going to be happy to see him, less so once she figured out they’d be