Summary:

“Oh,” Hollander says. Landry is still just kind of staring at the photos, face unreadable, but he must see something in her expression, because he reaches across the table to take her left hand into his—squeezes, covers it with his other hand as well. “I don’t think—well, her parents got married in front of this little pond area so—"

Hollander turns to look at her. Landry is still staring at the flower arches: the baby breath, the forget-me-nots, the heaps and heaps of roses sharing her name. Sveta throws a questioning glance Ilya’s way, her perfectly sculptured eyebrows making a valid effort to fly off her face. Ilya shrugs.

And then Rose Landry bursts into heaving sobs.

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or: Ilya gets hired to plan Hollandrys wedding. And that would be--great! If only he didn't have to biggest crush on the groom-to-be. Only, maybe he's got some things backwards?