Erin said. “We’re going to do this, right?”
Mom shook her head. “My child, you are nothing if not a constant surprise. All right. If everyone agrees, then we’ll make it work. No, we’ll more than make it work. We’ll make it perfect.”
Erin looked around the table. “I won’t deny that this will be difficult.”
Brenna shrugged. “I’m in and I’ll do whatever it takes. After what you went through with Owen, you deserve your happily-ever-after, however you want it.”
“What Brenna said,” Honor said. “You know I can make this happen for you.”
Erin clapped her hands together. “I love you all so much. Thank you for supporting Jason and me.”
“How does Jason feel about all of this?” Brenna asked.
“He’d happily go to City Hall and marry me there tomorrow. And he’s all on board for the October wedding. He wants whatever makes me happy.”
“Which is why he’s the one for you, honey,” Honor said. “So when do we go dress shopping?”
Erin laughed. “Obviously as soon as possible.”
“Okay,” Mom said. “Let’s get out our calendars and we’ll make some plans.”
They did just that, picking a day that week where they could clear their schedules.
“That’s not all the news I have.”
Everyone stared at Honor.
“There’s more?” Brenna asked.
Honor nodded. “Yes, and this one will affect you, Brenna.”
Brenna shot her a curious look. “In what way?”
“Esther Brown’s wedding next weekend.”
Brenna nodded. “Right. I’m a bridesmaid.” She and Esther had been friends since high school. She’d been honored when Esther not only chose their vineyard to have her wedding but then asked Brenna to be a bridesmaid.
“Exactly. Her matron of honor, Vanessa, is seven months pregnant and lives in Portland. She planned to be here but her pregnancy just became high risk because of high blood pressure and her doctor advised against travel, so she can’t make it to the wedding. Which means Esther’s had to come up with a replacement.”
“Oh, that’s too bad,” Mom said. “She must be so upset about that.”
“They both are. However, Esther also happens to be best friends with Allison Walker, who’s going to be Esther’s replacement matron of honor.”
Erin looked over at Brenna. “Oh, crap.”
Brenna rolled her eyes. Since Allison was married to Brenna’s ex-husband, that meant Mitchell would be there, too. There was no way Allison would show up on Bellini property without him. “Won’t that be fun.”
She ran into Mitchell now and then at events, but it wasn’t like they actually . . . talked or anything. In fact, they hadn’t had an in-depth discussion since the day he’d moved out of their condo, effectively splitting up their marriage. Which was . . . four years ago? Then less than a year after their divorce had been finalized he’d married Allison. No mourning period for him.
Not that she’d mourned him. At all. Much.
“Are you going to be all right with this?” her mom asked.
Brenna shrugged. “I’m fine with it. Business is business, so we’ll deal with it just like any other wedding.”
“There’s more,” Honor said.
Brenna braced herself.
“Go ahead.”
“Esther and Brock want to make an entire weekend of it, here at the vineyard. Wine tasting with the wedding party on Thursday, rehearsal dinner on Friday, then the wedding on Saturday followed by brunch with the family and wedding party on Sunday morning.”
“Oh, that’s a lot of Mitchell,” Erin said, wincing. “And a lot of Allison.”
Mom shook her head. “Absolutely not. How dare she—”
“Mom,” Brenna said. “You have to remember this isn’t Mitchell making these plans. It’s the bride and groom. They chose Bellini Weddings and Red Moss Vineyards. I’m sure they never even made the connection.”
“More likely Allison just wants to dig in the knife and vomit her happiness all over you.”
“Erin.” Their mother shot Erin a glare. “Not that I don’t disagree, but that was vile.”
“And not untrue,” Honor said. “We all know Allison’s motivations. She’d always had it out for Brenna, even in high school.”
Brenna couldn’t disagree with that. Some women never grew out of their high school pettiness. Brenna and Allison had been friends in high school. Close friends. Until Brenna had been asked to junior prom by Dean Cullen, one of the most popular boys in the school, and Allison had never forgiven her. How was Brenna supposed to know Allison had a crush on the guy if she had never told Brenna about it? It wasn’t like Brenna had even flirted with Dean. Okay, maybe she’d eyed him in the halls, but who wouldn’t have wanted to go out with the hottest tight end on