Meg is a lucky woman.

“Sorry we’re early,” Meg says with a shrug.

“I’m always early when food is involved,” Will adds, and rubs his hands together. “Bring it on.”

“He’s so classy.” Meg shakes her head and slips her arm through Will’s and kisses his bicep.

“We’re almost ready,” Blake says, and motions for Meg and Will to follow us into the dining room. Blake’s staff has set it up to look exactly like the tables that Meg has chosen for her reception, complete with the centerpiece of her flowers of choice.

“Oh, babe! Look how pretty it is.” Meg grins and reaches out to touch an orange tiger lily.

“Have a seat.” I sit and lay the linen napkin in my lap and grin at the happy couple. Meg is oohing and ahing over the flowers, the china, even the party favors at each place, and Will is watching her with soft, love-filled eyes.

The Montgomery family almost makes me believe that true love really exists.

“Okay, first we have the Dungeness crab cakes with Washington apple slaw paired with Dominic’s Riesling.” The servers take their place to each of our left, and then in perfect synchronization, lower our plates before us.

“Wow, this looks amazing.” Meg grins and raises her fork, then laughs when she glances up at Will, only to find he’s already eaten one whole crab cake. “Good?”

“Mm…” He rolls his eyes and digs into the next one. “Good call on going with the Pacific Northwest menu, babe.”

“But we added the steak for those who don’t like fish,” she adds, looking to Blake for confirmation.

“Yes, you’ll get to taste both the salmon and the filet mignon today as well.”

“Oh, God, I won’t be able to eat it all. I have to fit into my wedding dress in two weeks.”

“Just take a bite or two of each,” I suggest with a smile. “Blake won’t be offended. That way you can taste everything and approve it for your guests.”

“Good idea.”

“I’ll be eating it all,” Will informs us and sips his wine. “I don’t have to fit into a dress. Damn, this wine is good.”

“Crab cakes and slaw are a thumbs up,” Meg agrees and sips her wine.

“Ready for what comes next?” Blake asks, and Meg and Will both nod. Blake signals the servers to return with the salad course. “Okay, here we have a grilled chicken salad with mandarin orange vinaigrette.” The servers again go through the ritual of setting our plates before us in perfect synchronization.

“Oh, yum,” Meg whispers, and digs in to her salad. “So good.” Will nods, his mouth too full to speak. Blake and I wink at each other. Blake is a master in the kitchen and my caterer of choice, especially for big events like this one.

Will Montgomery’s wedding is going to be all over the news and in every major magazine there is. This is a huge deal for all of the vendors involved, including me. It’s important that I only work with established vendors who are at the top of their game.

And no one is better than Blake.

“The wine pairing with this is the pinot gris?” I ask and sip the delicious wine.

“It is.” Blake nods and takes a few bites of the salad, seemingly satisfied with the outcome.

“I love it all so far,” Meg says with a grin and looks up to Will. “What about you?”

“I love it too.” He grins and leans down to kiss her lips softly. “Whatever you want, babe. You know that.”

“Now we begin with the entrée. First we’ll try the salmon.” Blake nods at the lead server. “This is a grilled copper king salmon with tomatoes, balsamic marinated mushrooms and pancetta salad, paired with Dom’s merlot.”

We all cut into the flakey salmon and moan in elation. Blake does food so well.

“Oh my God,” Meg mutters with a moan and braces her hand on her chest. The rock on her finger sparkles.

“Keep moaning like that, Megan, and we’ll leave before the next course.” Will doesn’t look down at Meg, but she blushes furiously and squirms in her seat. I have to bite my lips to keep from laughing out loud. I love how the Montgomery and Williams men aren’t afraid to make it clear that they not only love their women, they can’t get enough of them physically.

They are in a league all their own.

“And now the filet,” Blake says, his eyes also full of humor. “I had these prepared medium. It’s served with a blackberry cabernet sauce and baked potato.”

The beef cuts like butter, making us all sigh in pleasure.

“And the wine?” Meg asks.

“Dom’s cabernet sauvignon.”

Meg takes a few bites of the beef and potato and closes her eyes as she raises her wine glass to her lips. “This was so good.”

Will has managed, of course, to clear every plate presented before him. He’s only sipped the wine though, choosing to drink water instead.

“We have a surprise,” I reply with a grin as the servers clear our plates.

“There’s more?” Meg asks with wide hazel eyes. “My belly is full.”

“I think you’ll have room for this.” The waiters return and set plates before each of us with four mini cupcakes on each one.

“You got Nic to make our cupcakes?” Meg asks, referring to Nic Dalton, the owner of Succulent Sweets, and Will’s brother, Matt’s, girlfriend.