Chapter Twenty-Six
Doesn't Help
Tanith was on the phone to the venue owner and she was ANGRY.
"How the fuck did you manage to screw that up?" Tanith's voice was rising fast. Ghastly was making himself a tuxedo in the next room and poked his head through the doorway, frowning in a questioning way. Tanith shook her head, waved him away, ran her fingers through her tousled blonde hair. She felt like ripping it out instead.
"I'm sorry miss, but we've double-booked. It's quite unfortunate but there is nothing we can do. I'm sorry." The prim, proper voice on the other end infuriated Tanith.
"FUCKING ARSE BISCUITS." Tanith put the phone down hastily and rubbed her temples. The stress of organising a wedding was beginning to get to her. It had visited in the form of a headache. Oh joy, Tanith thought
"You OK, Tanith?" Ghastly's voice was tinged with concern. His head, covered in scars, appeared again.
"No. The venue owners double-booked and we've been kicked out."
"Shit. That's a worry."
"It is indeed. Where else can we go?"
"What about…" Ghastly trailed off, as if having an idea. "How about Gordon's estate?"
"It could work," Tanith said, exasperated. "I'm really sick of the stress, so yeah, let's go there. There's no way anybody else is going to book that."
"OK. I'll ring Val tonight. It's her house, after all."
"Sounds good." Tanith collapsed into a chair. "We'll have to get the invitations done by Friday. And My shoes need to be bought. Oh, and we've got to organise the car. ARGH."
"Calm down, Tanith," Ghastly soothed. "It doesn't help the situation, being wound up. I know the world is conspiring against us, but we might as well stay cheery about it."
Tanith sighed.