В каждый выходной по свадьбе (2020)

Emily Carter, a thirty-two-year-old wedding planner in the small lakeside town of Maplewood, spends every Saturday juggling chaotic clients. Her older sister, Zoe, announces her engagement to Emily’s ex-boyfriend, Mark Turner, during a backyard barbecue where someone inevitably burns the burgers. “You’re seriously letting her wear Mom’s veil?” Emily mutters to her best friend, Lucas Grant, a sous-chef at the local diner, as Zoe twirls in their late mother’s lace. Lucas, who’s been secretly refinancing his truck to keep the diner afloat, shrugs: “At least it’s not you in the taffeta prison.” Between folding napkins into swans and calming bridesmaids who’ve overdone the tequila shots, Emily discovers Mark’s still using the same lazy breakup excuses—Zoe just hasn’t caught him yet.

By mid-season, Lucas accidentally reveals he’s been collaborating with Claire Dupont, a sharp-tongued event coordinator from Montreal, to cater a high-profile Toronto wedding. Emily’s dad, Frank, a retired mechanic with a weak hip, starts rebuilding a ’67 Mustang convertible for Zoe’s ceremony, despite Emily insisting rain’s in the forecast. “Since when do you trust weather apps over your gut?” he grumbles, wiping grease off a wrench. When a gluten-free cake order mixes up with a hockey team’s post-game buffet, Lucas spends midnight scraping frosting off industrial trays while Emily unclogs a toilet in a venue bathroom. They argue over lukewarm coffee: “You prioritize *everyone’s* chaos but your own,” he snaps. She retaliates by booking him a solo gig in Quebec—until Frank’s hip gives out during a rehearsal, forcing them to haul mismatched chairs together under a downpour. The finale hinges on a handwritten note slipped into a leftover pie box: *“Maplewood’s too small for my mistakes. Meet me at the bridge? —L.”*