Vision in White (Bride Quartet #1)(98)

"I'd love one."

"Diane, pour Mac some wine."

"My sister Diane," Carter said.

"Hello. Cabernet or Pinot? We're having chicken."

"Ah, Pinot, thanks."

"My father, Michael Maguire. Dad."

"Welcome." He gave Mac's hand a strong shake. "Irish, are you?" 

"Ah, some of me."

"My grandmother had hair like yours. Bright as a sunset. You're a photographer."

"Yes. Thanks," she said when Diane handed her a glass of wine. "My partners and I run a wedding business. Well, you know that, as we're doing Sherry's wedding."

He shot out a teasing grin. "As father of the bride, I just get handed the bills."

"Oh, Dad."

He winked at Mac as Sherry rolled her eyes at him.

"We send a flask along with the final invoice."

His laugh was full and rich. "I like your girl, Carter."

"So do I."

By the time they sat down to the meal, Mac had a good sense of who was who. Mike Maguire liked a laugh, adored and was adored by his family. While he might have been the doctor, it was his wife who had her finger on every pulse. She'd have said they worked as a team, and it appeared to be a strong one. But when nitty met gritty, Pam ran the show.

Sherry was the baby, a bundle of energy and fun, secure, loving, and in love. Her fiance behaved like and was treated like a son. She imagined his obvious delight in Sherry earned him major points.

Diane, the oldest, leaned toward the bossy side. Motherhood suited her, and the kids beamed bright, but she came off vaguely dissatisfied. Not young and starting her life as Sherry was, not content and secure in her position like her mother. Her husband was easygoing, a joker with his kids. Mac sensed his unruffled nature often irritated his wife.

She understood dynamics and personalities, how they formed and re-formed images. Here was tradition for them, conversation over a Sunday family dinner, bits and pieces of their lives passed around like the mashed potatoes.

She was the X factor. The outside element that-at least for the moment-altered the image.

"Weekends must be your busiest time," Pam commented.

"Generally. We do a lot of weekday evening events."

"A lot of work during the week, too," Carter pointed out.

"All the planning. It's not just showing up with a camera. Then there's after the event. I've seen a couple of the packages, the albums Mackensie's done. They're works of art."

"Everything's digital now." Diane shrugged, poked at her chicken.

"Primarily. I still work with film now and then. This is a wonderful meal, Mrs. Elliot. You must love to cook."

"I like the production and drama of big meals. And it's Pam. I also like the idea of four women, four friends, forming and running a business together. Running your own company takes a lot of stamina, a lot of dedication, along with the creativity."

"But it's such a happy business," Sherry put in. "It's like an endless celebration. Flowers and beautiful dresses, music, champagne."

"Weddings keep getting more elaborate. All that time, that stress, that expense, for one day." Diane lifted a shoulder even as her mouth turned down in a frown. "People more worried about who sits where or what color ribbon to use than what marriage means. And the people getting married are so tired and stressed from all of that the day's just a blur anyway."

"You had your day, Di." A little fire burned in Sherry's eyes.

"I'm having mine."

"And all I'm saying is that by the time I got to the altar I was so worn out I can barely remember saying I do."

"You said it." Her husband smiled at her. "And looked beautiful when you did."

"Be that as it may-"

"You're absolutely right," Mac cut in. "It can be exhausting. And what should be the most vivid and important day of your life to that point can become anticlimactic, even tedious. That's what we're there to prevent. Believe me, if you'd had my partners when you were planning your wedding, the day wouldn't have been a blur."



       
         
       
        

"I don't mean to be critical, really, of what you do. I'm just saying that if the people involved didn't feel obliged to put on such a production, well, they wouldn't need companies like yours to handle everything."

"Probably true," Mac said easily. "Still, a bride's going to stress and worry, even obsess, but she can leave the details to us. As many as she feels comfortable with. She-sorry, Nick," she added with a smile. "She's the focus of the day, and for us, she's the focus for months leading up to that day. It's what we do."