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in the field for years and years, I was taken aback by the sight of myself in a wedding dress. It wasn't
happening the way I had always imagined. That whole thirteen weeks pregnant with twins thing
wasn't quite according to plan, but I didn't dare entertain the what-ifs. I trusted that this was always
the way it was supposed to be for me. Too many different lives had intersected and changed for the
better for me to think otherwise.
I still hadn't settled on the veil I would be wearing so Junie from our accessories department
brought over the two that I liked best. She slipped the first 0ne, a two-tiered fingertip veil, into place
and stepped back so everyone could get a good look. She replaced the fingertip veil with a longer
walking length veil in a sheer netting.
"The first one," Mama proclaimed from the best seat in the house.
"Definitely," Vivian agreed.
"Yep," Erin chimed with a nod.
Glancing around the room, I noticed only a handful of dissenting opinions. I had Junie attach the
fingertip veil again and admired the way it curved around my shoulders and complemented the gown.
It really was the perfect fit.
With my veil and headpiece chosen, Mama had Renee make some final adjustments to the
gown. She wanted the hem lifted a tad in the front and shook her head when the bustle wasn't just
right. Knowing Mama was this exacting with all the brides she helped dress for their big days, I
stayed silent and let her do what she did best. Renee made quick notes on the pad she retrieved from
her apron and placed pins in the necessary spots.
My second to last fitting came to an end, and I reluctantly slipped out of my dress. I couldn't
believe that I would be wearing that and walking down the aisle in a week. In a whirlwind of busy
days, it would all be over.
Back in my normal clothes, I found Vivian, Erin and Mama discussing the wedding
preparations. It had been my mother's idea to schedule our wedding for the same weekend as the
Perry family reunion. All of Mama's family would already be in town so it was the most logical time
to sneak in a wedding on such a short notice. Between all of our friends and my contacts in the
industry, pulling together a wedding in seven weeks hadn't been nearly as difficult as I had expected.
It was pricier, but Mama hadn t spared any expense.
"So Benny has everything arranged for the delivery of the cake and desserts," Erin said as I
joined them. "Yuri is loaning us his backup DJ for the night. Oh, and Nikolai's catering contact said
that he wasn't sure we had ordered enough alcohol for the night so he's sending extra, just in case.
Whatever isn't opened, he'll take back the next day."
Oddly enough, I didn't even mind that Erin and Mama had taken control of my wedding day. For
the first time in my life, I actually enjoyed letting someone else shoulder the responsibility. I had been
doing a lot of reading about pregnancy and had decided that my constant on-the-go lifestyle where I
was always rushing to meet a design deadline or spending fourteen hours at the shop had to stop. I
refused to put the twins at risk.
By Valentine's Day, I would be on maternity leave. I had already started talking to some of the
senior employees about the changes that would occur once the twins were here. Mama and I had
shared several long discussions about the best way to move forward with the business. There were
already key employees in support positions who were more than qualified and trusted to take over
some of the duties I had insisted on piling onto my already overflowing plate. Running a small but
thriving business was always going to be hard work, but I had to stop making it even harder on
myself.
On the drive to the new house Mama shared with Aunt Penny and Aunt Sara, I chatted with her
about the upcoming reunion. There was some big drama over the Saturday barbecue sign-up sheet that
had everyone in a tizzy. Some of the older women in our family were so territorial when it came to
the potluck dishes. I didn't really understand what was so insulting about Uncle Terry's new wife
bringing the potato salad.
Mama clucked her teeth and muttered under her breath. It sounded an awful lot like she had [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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