Mr. Jowers sucked in a sharp breath as Jenny’s eyes lit up. Just his luck that she “loved” the most expensive place.
“It’s perfect Daddy!” She exclaimed pointing. “Band there, cake there, …and this dance floor!” She twirled with all the grace of the ballerina she was.
“Yes, it’s nice. But the last place was nice too.”
“That place,” Jenny said crinkling her nose, “was horrendous.”
“B-but the columns.”
“Oh, Daddy, columns are so two years ago.”
With visions of the perfect wedding in her head, she left Mr. Jowers and a smiling hotel manager.
Daddy reached for his checkbook.
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