“The flowers,” Taylor said, “we want white roses and peonies everywhere with elegant greenery. The florist quoted fifteen thousand for ceremony arrangements, reception centerpieces, bouquets, boutonnieres, everything.” She tapped her screen. “Photography and videography package is eight thousand. The band—Sophie wants live music, not a DJ—is seven thousand for five hours. There’s also invitations, programs, favors, transportation, hair and makeup for the bridal party.” She trailed off. “It adds up quickly.”
My head was spinning. I’d lost track of the total somewhere around the flowers. “How much?” I asked quietly. “Total.”
Avery cleared his throat, and I saw him brace himself. “With everything included, we’re looking at about one hundred twenty-seven thousand dollars.”