We had all the vendor schedules spread out across the granite.

The papers were covered in yellow highlighter marks and red ink.

“This new timeline doesn’t make sense,” Chloe said.

I turned off the faucet and dried my hands on a blue towel.

“Which part?” I asked.

“The morning photos,” Chloe said, talking incredibly fast.

She spun a piece of thick cardstock around so I could read it.

“Vanessa pushed the groom portraits back a full hour,” Chloe said.