The Wedding Report
(A Sweet Romance Novel)
The Wedding Report
Daria White
Copyright © Daria White 2020
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
About the Author
Stay in Touch
Thank You from Daria
The Wedding Report
(A Sweet Romance Novel)
Chapter 1
Today was the day. Chantelle’s boss andeditor wanted to meet with her in the next five minutes. Was shefired? No way. She was one of the best reporters at The WeddingReport. Was Brenda Wilcox going to tell her she had morefreedom with her stories?
Chantelle didn’t mind profiling weddings. Sheloved getting to know the brides and grooms, but she could write ondeeper issues. What if the magazine did a line of relationshipadvice?
Or had readers write in with their questions?Not much growth to look forward to at a wedding magazine, but atleast Chantelle had a job. Running her own newspaper or magazinewas far-fetched. Soon.
She checked the time on her phone. Better tobe early than late. Chantelle’s stomach rolled. She peeped throughthe glass and knocked on Brenda’s door.
“Come in,” Brenda said.
Chantelle shut the door behind her. Herheeled shoes muffled against the carpet, and she sat in thecushioned chair in front of Brenda’s cherry wooden desk.
Her boss tapped on her tablet. “We have a newstory and I want you to write it.”
Chantelle’s lips quirked into a smile. Thankgoodness. Another opportunity to prove her skills. “Great. Thankyou. Who is it this time?”
Brenda turned her tablet to face her. “Lookslike Lance Taylor has given up bachelorhood. He’s marrying AndreaWilliams.”
Chantelle blinked. Seeing Lance on the screenmade her swallow. Ten years. They hadn’t spoken. Not since thatfateful night. She sighed. Why did her ex have to be the groom?Chantelle scooted to the edge of her seat. Her lips parted.
“You want me to write the story?” Was this ajoke? She didn’t dare to turn around in case there was acamera.
Brenda’s forehead furrowed. “I thought you’dbe excited, Chantelle. You’ve proven yourself here. This willexpand your profile as a writer. The Wedding Report sharestips for brides to be, but this story will expand our audience evenmore. We’ve profiled weddings before, but we know Lance Taylor forbeing single and successful. It’s gold. You’re lucky that you grewup in this town.”
“But?”
Brenda raised an eyebrow.
Chantelle cleared her throat. “Yes, I grew upthere, but this story, I think—”
“You’re one of my best. If you want to passon it, then fine, but I think it is the break you’ve been waitingfor.” Brenda sat back in her seat.
Chantelle rubbed at her neck. Her career hadbeen her focus for the past few years. She’d work too hard to letpersonal feelings get in the way. Not today. She could do it.Enough time had passed. Her hand then traveled to her stomach.“I’ll do it.”
“Good, because it’s in one month.”
Her eyes widened. “That soon.”
Brenda nodded. “It took us a while, but theyfinally agreed to the story. Lance’s fiancé is overseas. I’m sureyou’re familiar with Andrea’s career as a model and according tothe press, they don’t want a long engagement. Didn’t you read thearticle in People?”
Chantelle avoided the article. Why would shewant to read about her ex? Some women stalked their exes, but shewouldn’t. It was over. “I think I missed that story.”
“Doesn’t matter.” She tapped her fingers onher tablet. “You’ll be spending most of your time with the groomand his family. His fiancé…” Brenda then handed her tablet toChantelle. “Andrea Williams is an only child, twenty-nine, and inGreece.”
Chantelle stared at the screen. This washappening. Her knee bobbed up and down.
“Chantelle? Are you alright?” Brendaasked.
“I’m great.” She handed her boss back hertablet.
Brenda opened her laptop. “Now remember, youhave one month to finish the article. Keep me up to date.” Her bosstilted her head to the side, her full lashes framing her sky-blueeyes. “Now we’re not a gossip column, but if you think we need toknow something, don’t hold back.”
“Expose them?”
Her boss dismissed her comment with a wave.“Not expose. The public needs to know if there’s anythingsuspicious. You grew up there, so Delta Heights has the small townreputation of being family friendly and a tight-knit community.Just keep your eyes open.”
“I’ll do my best.” Chantelle stood. Exitingher boss’ office, she returned to her cubicle. Soft-siding dividingwalls, and a nameplate stood fastened on her wall. Sitting in herroller desk chair, she bit her bottom lip.
“Okay, I have tuna on rye bread,” a melodiousvoice said.
Chantelle didn’t respond as her friend,Cameron, placed a takeout bag on
