Overwork, nerves, and emotional turmoil roiled an uneasy mix in her belly as she sat with her partners and potential clients in the parlor. Emma's flood of tulips brought spring into the room even as the crackling fire in the hearth warmed it. Parker had set up her grandmother's gorgeous Meissen tea and coffee sets, the Waterford crystal, and Georgian silver, all the perfect complement to Laurel's glossy pastries.
If she'd needed a picture of lush, sophisticated, and female, this would've been it.
After the ritual small talk about the weather, Parker eased right in. "We're so excited you're considering Vows for your big day. We understand how important it is that you feel comfortable and confident in every detail that goes into creating a wedding that reflects who you are, and what you and Josh mean to each other. We want you to enjoy that day, and all the days leading up to it, knowing you are our focus. We want what you want, a perfect and beautiful day full of memories to last the rest of your life.
"With that goal in mind, we've put together a few ideas. Before I show you the first proposal, do you have any questions?"
"Yes." Kate Seaman opened the notebook on her lap. As her daughter laughed and rolled her eyes, she began peppering Parker with questions.
Parker's answers were invariably yes. They provided that, would handle that, had a source for or a sample of that. When questions veered off into landscape, Emma took over.
"In addition to the wedding flowers, we'll use annuals and pots in the flower beds and gardens, and those plantings will be specifically selected to enhance the arrangements Jessica ultimately selects. I realize it's early in the season, but I can promise you spring on your wedding day."
"If they'd wait till May."
"Mom." Jessica patted her mother's hand. "We met in April, and we're determined to be sentimental. It seems like a long time, plenty for all the planning. But already there are a million details."
"That's what we're here for," Parker told her.
"Right now, it's the engagement party at the club, and the Save the Date announcements."
"We can handle that for you."
Jessica stopped, pursed her lips. "Really?"
"Absolutely. All we need is your list. We have several sources for cards. One of the more personal styles is to create a card from your engagement photo, or a photo of you and Josh you particularly like."
"I love that idea. Don't you, Mom?"
And I'm up, Mac thought. "The engagement photo itself might help you decide if you like that style, or want to go more traditional. Setting the date, your venue, finding that perfect dress, and the engagement photo are all early details that, once done, free your mind and your time for the rest. And also, they set the tone for your wedding."
"You have samples of photos you've taken."
"Yes." Rising Mac picked up the portfolio of engagement shots, offered it to Kate. "I feel the engagement portrait is as important as a wedding portrait. It illustrates the promise made, the intent, the joy and anticipation. What brought these people together? Why have they exchanged this first promise? Tailoring that portrait, which announces to friends, to family, to everyone that Jessica and Josh found each other is my job."
"In your studio?" Kate asked.
"Yes, or at whatever venue suits the couple."
"At the club," Kate decreed. "At the engagement party. Jessie has a stunning gown. She and Josh look wonderful together in black tie. And Jessie will be wearing my mother's rubies."
As her eyes misted, Kate reached over, took her daughter's hand.
"It's a lovely idea, and I'd be happy to set that up. But I did have another idea for this portrait. You and Josh met while riding, and that's a passion you both share. I'd like to take a portrait of you on horseback."
"On horseback?" Kate frowned. "It isn't a snapshot. I don't want Jessica in jodhpurs and a riding hat for her engagement portrait. I want her to sparkle."
"I was thinking more a soft gleam. Romantic, a little fanciful. You have a chestnut gelding. Trooper."
"How did you know that?"
"It's our job to know about our clients. But not in a creepy way," Mac added and made Jessica laugh.
"I see you and Josh on Trooper, riding double. Josh in a tux, the tie loose, the first few studs undone, and you behind him, in a gorgeous, flowing gown-and your grandmother's rubies," she added. "Your arms around his waist, your hair down, caught in the wind. The background just a blur of color and shape."