“I’ve done white roses, as requested.” Emma gulped coffee. “Individual contemporary bouquets in black vases for each table. Tink’s finishing up the arbor and pergola as we speak. We’ll do white rose displays in the portico urns, and on the terraces.”
“The guests have been requested to wear white,” Parker reminded her partners. “We’re to wear black, as are all the subs and the string trio who’ll play during the mingling and nibbling portions of the event.The forecast is for mostly sunny, light winds, and a high of seventy-one. So we should be able to hold the event outside as we hoped. Gift table will be under the pergola.At three, we’ll set up the bride’s chair, and at three fifteen, begin the opening of gifts. I’ll be keeping the record of who gave what for the bride. By four fifteen, we should be able to transfer the gifts to the limo. By four forty-five, we wave good-bye. Mac?”
“The MOH wants candids, by which she actually means carefully posed shots where everyone, especially her, looks fabulous and happy and natural and ten pounds lighter. She wants a shot of the bride with every gift, and with every guest. No problem on my end.”
“The Mason-Easterbay wedding party should arrive at five thirty for rehearsal.They have reservations at Carlotta’s for seven thirty, so they need to be out and gone by seven.Any problem there?”
When she got negatives, Parker moved on.“Any questions, problems, comments, sarcastic remarks about their actual event?”
“If I’d known there was a sarcastic remark slot, I’d’ve had one ready,” Laurel told her.
“Otherwise, today. I may need to have somebody drive me into the garage to get my car. Or I’ll take a cab if everyone’s busy. Mrs. Kavanaugh’s calling me this morning, and hopefully can give me a time frame. I do have an appointment here at ten.” She waited a bit. “With Carter’s sister Diane.”
“What about?” Mac wondered.
“About her being a bitch. Sorry, I shouldn’t call your soon-to-be sister-in-law a bitch.To your face.”
“No problem. She is kind of a bitch. The passive-aggressive type that makes me want to boot her in the ass. Often.”
“The sky’s never blue enough for Diane,” Emma commented. Her family and the Maguires had been friends for years.
“What’s she being a bitch about?” Laurel asked.
“She’s upset Sherry. Didn’t want to be in the wedding because it’s too much fuss, too much trouble.”
“She’s been snarky about the wedding right along.” Mac nodded, shrugged. “She’s given me some nudges about it, and about mine.Who wants that in their wedding party? Sister or not.”
“Now she’s saying she won’t come to the rehearsal dinner. Not in the wedding party, doesn’t want to get a sitter, doesn’t want to come with the kids and deal with them. Me, I’d say fine, don’t, but Sherry wants her there.” Parker’s eyes glittered.“So she’ll be there.”
“Kick her ass, champ.”
Parker smiled at Laurel.“Count on it. Once I’ve done that, I’ll be available to pitch in with anything for anyone, until it’s time to get my car.”
“Maybe you’ll get more smoochies.”
“Laurel.”
“What? Do you think I’m keeping that to myself ?” She grinned as both Mac and Emma demanded details.
“Malcolm Kavanaugh, in the foyer, with a hot embrace.”
“Well, well.” Mac wiggled her eyebrows.
“There’s no ‘well, well’ about it.” Wanting to move on, Parker pulled out her casually dismissive tone.“He was just showing off.”
“He’s good at it,” Laurel put in. “I got singed by the heat, and I was fifteen feet away.”
“Are you going out?” Emma asked her.
“If you mean am I going out at some point to pick up my car, yes.”
“Come on.Are you going to see him—a date,” Emma qualified.
“No. It was just a . . . He was being a smart-ass, that’s it.”
“You kissed him first.” Emma wagged her finger. “Fourth of July.”
“I was mad at Del, and it was a mistake. And that doesn’t mean—” She broke off and grabbed her ringing phone.
“Saved by the CrackBerry,” Mac announced.
“Hi, Buffy.” Taking advantage, Parker pushed up, walked out of the room as she spoke.
“They’ve got the hots, the mutual hots.” Laurel folded her arms. “I am not mistaken on this.”
“He looks at her. Don’t give me that smirk.” Emma pointed at Mac.“He looks at her, a lot, and she tries not to look at him. I say mutual hots a definite.”
“He’s got that whole James Dean thing going.”
“The sausage guy?” Mac asked, frowning at Laurel.
“No, Jesus, Mackensie.” Laurel aimed her gaze at the heavens. “That’s Jimmy Dean.
James
. Bad boy, all attitude.”
“I kind of like that he rattles her,” Emma decided.“Our Parker isn’t easily rattled, which is one of the aspects that makes her our Parker, but I kind of like seeing it.”
“He’s not slick, which earns him points from me.” Laurel shrugged, rose. “We’ll see where it goes, if anywhere. Meanwhile, duty calls.” She paused at the doorway. “Hey, you know what Parker said after the smoking-hot kiss?”
“What?” Mac demanded.
“Absolutely nothing.”
P
ARKER MIGHT NOT HAVE THOUGHT OF ANYTHING TO SAY THEN, but she had plenty to say to Carter’s older sister.
She greeted Diane at the door herself, extending both hands and a beaming smile.“Di, it’s so good to see you! Thanks so much for making time today. How are the kids?” she added as she drew Diane inside.
“They’re fine.”
“Mac tells me they got a puppy recently.” Deliberately she draped an arm over Diane’s shoulders, just a couple of girl pals catching up, to lead her into the parlor.
“My father managed to get around me there. Of course, he’s not the one dealing with it.”
“Isn’t that always the way?” Parker said cheerfully. “I know an excellent trainer if you’re interested in a little help. She’s wonderful, and has kid-puppy classes, so the kids get involved in the work. How about some coffee?”
“I’m cutting back on caffeine.”
“I drink far too much of it myself.We’ve got some lovely green tea. Carter says it’s your favorite.”
With a quick hitch in her stride, Diane stared, blinked.“Carter did?”
“It’s surprising isn’t it, what our brothers notice and remember? Let’s sit down. You look just terrific, Diane. What
have
you been doing?”
Obviously flustered, Diane pushed back at her bob of brown hair. An attractive woman, she habitually marred her looks with a dissatisfied expression. “I joined a yoga class a couple months ago, but it’s so full of nonsense that I—”
“Oh, I love yoga.” All smiles, Parker poured the tea. It was no accident she used one of her grandmother’s best Doulton tea services. Diane, she knew, noted and set store by such things. “Even a fifteen-minute session helps me release all the stress of the day. Good for you for taking a little me-time. With your work, your family, all those obligations, you have to fit twenty-five hours into every day. I honestly don’t know how you do it, and here I’ve added to those hours by asking you to come talk to me.”
“I assume it’s about Sherry’s wedding, and I don’t really understand what that has to do with me.”
“Can you believe it’s almost here?” Undeterred, Parker sipped her tea. “And before we know it, it’ll be Carter and Mac.” She reached out to take Diane’s hand again. “It makes us family. And that’s what sparked this idea I have.”
“What idea?”
“I should start at the beginning, and the credit for that goes to Mac.You know that Sherry’s main wish for the wedding was fun. She wants it to be a fun day—friends and family—a celebration. I have to tell you, Di, so many brides are focused on the tiny details, the minutiae. And of course, that’s what we do here. It’s part of what we offer. But it’s so refreshing to work with your sister, a woman who sees the big picture. She sees, well, your parents, and you.”
“Me?”
“You and Sam and your children.What you’ve built—the life, the family, the continuity. It isn’t an easy thing, that build—as you know—and she sees what you’ve accomplished. And all that starts with the wedding itself, the celebration of those first steps.You’re her big sister. You took the steps before her, and you’ve helped show her the way.You’ve been a huge influence on her.”
Diane sniffed. “Sherry never listens to anything I have to say.” “You know, I think those who have impact and influence over us are often unaware. Why just the other day . . .” She broke off, gave a little shake of her head. “I don’t want to betray a confidence, but since it’s family, Sherry told me just the other day how important you are to her, how much you mean to her. I guess it’s easier to say that to someone just a little outside, isn’t it?”
Again the stare, the blink. “She said that?”
“Yes, and it made me realize . . . I’m ahead of myself again.” With an easy laugh, Parker waved a hand as if she’d scattered her thoughts. “Mac’s idea. She’s put together photographs of Sherry, of your family, Nick and his family. Old photos, recent ones. A kind of chronological retrospective. Mac’s so talented. I know I’m biased, but I have to say the CD she created is wonderful. Sweet, funny, charming, poignant. The idea is to run it at the rehearsal dinner.”
“Oh, I’m not going to—”
“What it’s missing,” Parker interrupted, “is a narrator. An emcee if you will. Someone who’s been there from the beginning. Not your parents, as it’s a surprise for them, too, and Mac added their wedding photo to kick the whole thing off. I thought Carter, as he’s a teacher as well as her brother, so he’s used to speaking in public, but when Sherry and I talked, I realized no. It’s a sister thing. A big sister thing. After all, who has a more unique, clever, intimate perspective on Sherry, on your family, on Nick and his, than you? Please say you’ll do it.”
Again, Parker reached out a hand, making that contact, making it personal.
“I know it’s a lot to ask, and it’s such short notice, but it’s all just coming together.We really need you.”
“You want me to . . . to narrate pictures?”
“Not just want, but need. And not just pictures. It’s a journey, Diane. Sherry and Nick’s, yes, but also all of you. Family’s so essential to both of them. I’ve gotten to know them and understand that over these past months. It’s going to be the highlight of the evening. Carter’s drafted out the script, and he’s hoping you’ll say yes and work with him on refining it.”
“Carter wants me to—” She broke off, obviously stunned.
“Oh, I know you’re incredibly busy already, and it’s a lot to ask. But I’ll help as much as I can, as much as you want or need. Frankly, I don’t think you’ll need any help.Anyone who can manage a family the way you do can, in my opinion, manage anything.”
“I might be able to do it, but I’d have to see the CD and whatever Carter’s written before I could commit.”
Parker whisked a file off the table.“I happen to have a copy of both right here.The CD runs just about twelve minutes. Have you got time to watch it now?”
“I . . .I guess.”
“Perfect. I’ll just get my laptop.”
Twenty-six minutes later, Parker wheeled the tea trolley back in the kitchen.
“I see by the canary feathers stuck to your lip that you pulled it off.” Mrs. Grady set the basket of cherry tomatoes just harvested from her kitchen garden on the counter.
“I troweled it on pretty thick, then I shoveled on more. She’ll not only attend the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner, but she’ll emcee Mac and Carter’s CD. And bless Carter for being willing to step out as emcee, especially since it was as much his idea as Mac’s.”
“He’s a good boy. And his older sister’s always been a pain in the rear.”
“Well, she’s attractive, but she lacks Sherry’s vivacity and easy confidence. She’s smart, but not as innately bright as Carter, and not anywhere near as sweet. She’s the firstborn but not, I think, often first otherwise. And it irks. All I had to do was make it as much about her as Sherry.” Parker shrugged. “And tell her a few truths. Her family loves her. She’s important to them. Some people just have to hear it, a lot.”
“I bet it didn’t hurt it came from you.‘Parker Brown needs my help.’”
Parker shrugged again. “Whatever works.The bride gets what she wants and deserves.” She glanced at her watch. “And I’m on schedule.”
She pitched in on decor for the event, checked on Laurel’s progress, spoke with the caterers on their arrival, the parking attendants at theirs.
She stepped out on the terrace for a last check as Mac took shots of the setup, and thought, Champagne Elegance all around.
Not her particular taste for a wedding shower—and since she had three in planning stages for her friends, she had plenty of ideas—but the scene had an appealingly stylish Deco feel, with just enough lush from Emma’s stunning arrangements to soften it.
“Totally Gatsby,” Mac said as she lowered her camera.
“I was just thinking that. I’d say the hostess, and the bride, will be very pleased.”
“You’ve already scored today. Carter sent me a text. His sister wants to meet him after his classes today and talk about the script for the rehearsal dinner. Nice job.”
“I think she’ll do one, too. I really do. She was excited about the whole thing when she left.”
“Diane? Excited? Did you spike her tea?”
“In a manner of speaking, but it was the CD itself that did it. She got misty a few times.”
Mac’s eyebrows winged up. “I underestimate my own power. Everything a go inside?”
“Emma was just finishing the public areas, and Laurel’s done and with the caterer. I’m about to . . .” She laid a finger on her headset. “Be right there. Our hostess just arrived,” she told Mac. “I’ll go meet her, bring her through.”
“I’ll go around, get some unobtrusive shots of arrivals.”
With a nod, Parker started inside. “Em, Laurel,” she said into her headset, “we’re green.”
Within the hour, Parker watched women in stylish white suits, floaty white dresses, sharply tailored white pants mingle on the terrace. They sipped champagne, chatted, laughed, nibbled on pretty passed hors d’oeuvres.