“She’s rude, demanding, spoiled, difficult, and unpleasant,” Emma continued. “Usually when we plan the event, even with the problems that can come up and the general weirdness of some couples, I like to think we’re helping them showcase a day that begins their happy ever after. With this one? I’d be surprised if they make it two years. She was rude to you, and I don’t think it was a sneer, I think it was a smirk. I don’t like her.”
Obviously pleased with the support, Laurel sent her own smirk toward Parker, then began to eat.
“That being said, we’re a team. And clients, even smirky bitch clients, have to be served. Those are good reasons to do this,” Emma said while Laurel scowled at her. “But there’s a better one. You’ll show her rude, smirky, flat, bony ass what a really brilliant pastry chef can do, and under pressure.”
“Parker already tried that one on me.”
“Oh.” Emma sampled a skinny sliver of her omelette. “Well, it’s true.”
“I could bake her man-stealing cousin into the ground.”
“No question. Personally, I think she should grovel, at least a little.”
“I like groveling.” Laurel considered it. “And begging.”
“I might be able to arrange for some of each.” Parker lifted her coffee. “I also informed her that in order to accommodate her on such short notice we would require an additional fee. I added twenty-five percent. She grabbed it like a lifeline, and actually wept in gratitude.”
A new light beamed in Laurel’s bluebell eyes. “She cried?”
Parker inclined her head, and cocked an eyebrow at Laurel. “So?”
“While the crying part warms me inside, she’ll still have to take what I give her, and like it.”
“Absolutely.”
“You just let me know what you decide on when you decide on it,” Emma told her. “I’ll work in the flowers and decor for the table.” She sent a sympathetic smile at Parker. “What time did she call you with all this?”
“Three twenty A.M.”
Laurel reached over, gave Parker’s hand a pat. “Sorry.”
“That’s my part of the deal. We’ll get through it. We always do.”
THEY ALWAYS DID, EMMA THOUGHT AS SHE REFRESHED HER living room arrangements. She trusted they always would. She glanced at the photograph she kept in a simple white frame, one of three young girls playing Wedding Day in a summer garden. She’d been bride that day, and had held the bouquet of weeds and wildflowers, had worn the lace veil. And had been just as charmed and delighted as her friends when the blue butterfly landed on the dandelion in her bouquet.
Mac had been there, too, of course. Behind the camera, capturing the moment. She considered it a not-so-small miracle that they’d turned what had been a favored childhood game of make-believe into a thriving business.
No dandelions these days, she thought as she fluffed pillows. But how many times had she seen that same delighted, dazzled look on a bride’s face when she’d offered them a bouquet she’d made for them. Just for them.
She hoped the meeting about to begin would ultimately end the next spring with just that dazzled look on the bride’s face.
She arranged her files, her albums, her books, then moved to the mirror to check her hair, her makeup, the line of the jacket and pants she’d changed into.
Presentation, she thought, was a priority of Vows.
She turned from the mirror to answer her phone with a cheerful, “Centerpiece of Vows. Yes, hello, Roseanne, of course I remember you. October wedding, right? No, it’s not too early to make those decisions.”
As she spoke, Emma took a notebook out of her desk, flipped it open. “We can set up a consultation next week if that works for you. Can you bring a photo of your dress? Great. And if you’ve selected the attendants’ dresses, or their colors? Mmm-hmm. I’ll help you with all of that. How about next Monday at two?”
She logged in the appointment, then glanced over her shoulder as she heard a car pull up.
A client on the phone, another coming to the door.
God, she loved spring!
EMMA SHOWED HER LAST CLIENT OF THE DAY THROUGH THE DISPLAY area where she kept silk arrangements and bouquets as well as various samples on tables and shelves.
“I made this up when you e-mailed me the photo of your dress and gave me the basic idea of your colors and your favorite flowers. I know you’d talked about preferring a large cascade bouquet, but . . .”
Emma took the bouquet of lilies and roses tied with white, pearl-studded ribbon