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MAISIE

“Everything is perfect,” Darcy, my wedding planner, chirps through the speaker. I’ve got the phone wedged between my shoulder and ear as I wrestle with the key card to the suite. It takes three tries before the light finally turns green.

The moment I get the door open, I wave Saskia off with a tired smile — bless her, she’s been glued to my side all day — and kick the door shut behind me, l