Chapter Seven

Cordelia walked down the hallway towards her dressing room after finishing the shoot for the day. They were originally going to go on longer, but Cordelia did not feel she could handle it. She was getting tired a bit more easily, and she had to use the bathroom more frequently. She had talked things over with the producers, both of whom knew this would be happening. They had agreed it would actually be better because it would give more people the chance to be in the audience.

"Hey there," Carol Wright called as she quickly trailed behind Cordelia. "Any wedding plans yet? I know he proposed, but that was months ago. Come on, get with it! And don't make bridesmaids wear the awful dresses. You're better than that," she said in a rushed voice.

"Are you saying I'm better than that or is it just that you don't want to get caught wearing something ugly?" Cordelia asked with a small laugh.

Carol immediately stopped the woman's laughter. "Are you serious?" she asked. "I'm a bridesmaid?"

Cordelia nodded. "Why wouldn't you be? You're my best friend on the set and one of the sweetest people in the world."

Carol's smile grew wider with each word Cordelia said. If it had gotten any bigger, she would be in all the major toothpaste ads. "Promise not to pair me with an ugly groomsman?" she asked.

"You think my fiancé has ugly friends?" she asked in mock horror.

"You can never be sure with Wolfram and Hart lawyers," Carol pointed out as she stopped walking. "This is my exit," she said. "We'll talk later?"

"Of course," Cordelia promised before heading into her own dressing room. More specifically, the actress was headed to the bathroom in her dressing room.

Lindsey stood crouched over a list of photographers at his desk at Wolfram and Hart. He had finished up any lingering work on any of his clients and projects. His only major task as far as wedding planning went was to find a decent photographer, but he had no idea how to do that. Why had he let Cordelia talk him into doing this? He was having enough trouble just figuring out exactly he wanted to invite. As far as he was concerned, the person he wanted to be there the most was already there.

"Is this something for work?" a female voice asked from the doorway.

Lindsey groaned as he picked his head up and looked over to the doorway. "Eve, what the hell do you want? I told you to stay away from me."

"You may have, but I don't take orders from men," Eve said as she strolled into Lindsey's office. She took one look at Lindsey's leather couch before slipping down onto it. "Especially mortal men," she added as she flung her legs to the side of the couch.

"What are you doing here?" Lindsey asked as he returned his attention to the list of photographers. Eve could prattle on all she wanted for all he cared. He had to get this done.

"I have a proposal for you," Eve stated.

"Hate to break it to you, princess, but I'm taken," Lindsey muttered as he flipped the sheet of paper over to look at more names. "And I don't have the time to deal with more clients personally, so just drop it."

Eve shrugged. "If that's what you truly wish."

"It is," Lindsey said. "I'm positive. Now leave," he commanded.

Again Eve shrugged. "You're the boss," she said.

"I thought you didn't take orders from mortal men," Lindsey pointed out to her.

"I don't," Eve said clearly. "But there are bigger fish to fry than you right now."

Lindsey rolled his eyes as he was unsure of if she was speaking metaphorically or not. He did not think she had any cooking experience, but he could not be sure. If she did, it might save him a few hundred dollars in the wedding. He stopped himself from thinking those thoughts. No Wolfram and Hart employee would be in the wedding except for him.

"Now for the photographer," he mumbled to himself as he kept scanning the names.