“Isn’t it beautiful, Jada?”

“Yes, Diane it is.” Then I asked the question. “Who asked you to marry them?” The reason Diane was my top earner was because she worked all the time. I didn’t think she had time for a social life.

“Jackson.”

“Jackson? You don’t mean Jackson Ponder?” Now it made sense, Jackson Ponder was one of my better clients, and Diane had been his only choice for the last two years.

“He took me to his country club last night to meet his friend, and this morning he asked me to marry him.”

Now that the initial shock had worn off, I got up and hugged Diane. “I am so happy for you, Diane.” And I was. Jackson Ponder was a multibillionaire. “You’re getting married, and to a very rich man,” I said and hugged her again.

“Every hoe’s dream,” Diane laughed.

“So when is the big day?”

“In two weeks,” Diane said. “And I got something to ask you, Jada,” Diane said and took a step back.

“What’s that?”

“Would you be my maid of honor?” Diane looked at me. “Please say yes, Jada. You’re my best friend, my only real friend. I couldn’t get married without you standing next to me.”

“Of course I will, Diane. I’m honored that you asked.”

“I haven’t decided who I’m going to ask to be bridesmaids yet,” Diane said and I smiled.

“Why choose.”

“What do you do mean?”

“Why not have all of the ladies as your bridesmaids?” I suggested. You see, Jackson Ponder was rich-very rich-and that usually meant that all of his friends were rich too. I saw it as an opportunity to recruit some new clients.

Well, Jackson only agreed to three bridesmaids, but I gave everybody the afternoon off to go to Diane’s wedding. But as soon as the reception was over, everybody went back to work. And even though I told her that she didn’t have to, Diane kept working. In fact, the wedding was at four o’clock and she took her last client at one.