Ever since I read Vow Maker, where the character of Joe Bagshaw first appeared, I couldn’t wait to read his story. Confetti Hearts is such a fun book but also a little sad in places. Joe is snarky and I love his witty repartee, both internal and external. He and Lachlan hooked up at a wedding and then kept running into each other at other weddings and hooking up. After a drunken night in Las Vegas, they get married and then the trouble begins.

I love second chance romance stories and this one is so good. Things went wrong for Joe when he witnessed something and didn’t give Lachlan a chance to explain. Lachlan didn’t know what a good thing he had with Joe until it was gone. Lachlan tries many ways to get Joe to listen to him and finally desperation has him worming his way to an invitation where Joe is the wedding planner. Bad weather comes calling and now this story also becomes a great forced proximity one.

I’ve loved everything I’ve read by Lily Morton and the only thing that will make me love this story more is if a certain person gets to perform the audiobook. ❤ 🥰

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“I’m so sorry, Joe.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I croak. “This happens to me a lot.”

I’m crammed into a tiny bathroom cubicle, holding up one end of a massive meringue wedding dress. Lena the bridesmaid holds the other end while the bride sits on the loo.

Daisy stares at me from her porcelain perch. “This happens a lot?”

“Oh, almost every day,” I say airily. “I’d bet most gay men have never had this experience. I’ll be the envy of the gay choir.”

She snorts and Lena shifts in her cramped position in the bathroom stall. “Joe’s a wedding planner, so I’m presuming this is part of his job description, but I really do think the bridesmaid’s charter needs updating. I saw mention of hen nights, crappy dresses, and bridal blues, but absolutely zip about holding a wedding dress while the happy woman pees.”

Daisy chuckles. “This will be just like all those times I’ve held your hair back when you were drunk.”

“I’m just coming at it from the opposite end.”

They grin at each other, and I shift from foot to foot.

“It’s very warm in here,” I observe. “I hope I don’t faint, because that would make this whole thing very awkward.”

“It can get more awkward?” Lena says incredulously.

Daisy sighs. “I’m so sorry but I can’t go now.”

“Performance anxiety,” Lena says. “I do hope your bridegroom doesn’t suffer from the same thing.”

I twist to face the wall as best I can, trying to avoid leaving the skin of my nose on the door hinges. “I’ll try to give you some privacy,” I wheeze.