“Don’t worry,” I say. “I have a feeling that the Vineyard is going to get an unexpected cancellation for June first . . .” I hold up my phone, where the website with the Vineyard’s phone number is on the screen. I am not above playing dirty to get my dream wedding location. Noel’s mouth drops out. “Hang on . . .” “What?” “Are you . . .” He squints at me. “Are you saying that you’re going to call the Vineyard and pretend to be Marie Machudo to cancel their reservation?” “Uh, yes.” “Seriously?” “Well, it’s your fault,”
