have a small-scale wedding cake with champagne accents, a variety of cookies, mini pastries, chocolates. The caterer’s providing the girly food, the champagne, and the coffee and tea. Party favors include chocolates in glossy white boxes, with monogrammed silver ribbons accented with a sparkly hair clip.”
“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
“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
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