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rode an enormous square-cut diamond set in platinum.
Hell of a rock, Mac thought. Biggest so far. “It’s impressive.”
“The darling. He was miserable without me. He called me night and day from Paris.” She hugged herself, then did another spin. “Of course, I wouldn’t speak to him for the first three days. It was so mean of him to go without me. Naturally I refused to see him when he first got back.”
“Naturally,” Mac agreed.
“He begged me to come to New York. He sent a limo and a driver for me—and the car was
full of white roses. And a bottle of Dom. But first, he sent dozens of roses, every day. Every day! I had to give in and go to him. Oh, it was so romantic.”
Closing her eyes, Linda crossed her arms over her chest. “Like a dream or a movie. We had dinner alone, at home. He had it catered with all my favorites, and more champagne, candlelight, more roses. He told me he couldn’t live without me, then he gave me this. Have you ever seen anything like it?”
Mac watched her mother admire the ring. “I hope you’ll be very happy together. I do. And I’m glad you’re happy now. But I have a shoot.”
“Oh.” With a wave of her hand, Linda dismissed it. “Reschedule, for heaven’s sake. This is major. Your mother’s getting married.”
“For the fourth time, Mom.”
“For the last time. To the right man. And I want you to do the wedding, of course. I need your very best for this. Ari said not to consider the cost. I want something fabulous and romantic and elegant. Sophisticated and lavish. I’m thinking pale pink gown. Valentino, I think, he suits me. Or I might look for something vintage, something old Hollywood. And a wonderful hat rather than a veil.”
Eyes sparkling, she fluffed a hand through her hair. “Some sleek updo, and I’ll have Ari buy me some amazing earrings to set it all off. Pink diamonds, I think. Then masses and masses of white and pink roses. I’ll speak to Emmaline there. We’ll need the invitations to go out right away. I’m sure Parker can take care of it. And the cake. I want massive. The Taj Mahal of wedding cakes, so Laurel will have to outdo herself. And—”
“When?” Mac interrupted.
“When what?”
“When are you planning to do this?”
“Oh. June. I want to be a June bride. I want spring and gardens and—”
“
This June? As in three months from now? We’re booked solid.”
“As if that matters.” With a bright laugh, Linda whisked such mundane matters aside. “I’m your mother. Bump somebody. Now—”
“We don’t bump clients, Mom. We can’t ruin someone else’s wedding because you want a date in June at the last minute.”
Sincere—Mac knew it was sincere—hurt and puzzlement shone on Linda’s face. “Why do you have to be so mean to me? Why do you have to spoil this? Can’t you see I’m happy?”
“Yes, I can. I’m glad for you. I just can’t give you what you want.”
“You just want to punish me. You don’t want me to be happy.”
“That’s not true.”
“Then what? What is it? I’m getting married, and my daughter runs a wedding business. Naturally I expect you to handle it.”
“We can’t handle it in June. We’ve been fully booked for June for months now, nearly a year.”
“Did you hear what I said? Money is no object. He’ll pay whatever you ask. All you have to do is change something around.”
“It’s not a matter of money, or nearly as simple as changing something around. It’s a matter of commitment and integrity. We can’t give you what you want when you want it, but the basic reason is because someone else already has it.”
“And they’re more important than me? Than your own mother?”
“Somebody else has already booked the date, ordered their invitations, made their plans. So, yes, in this case they’re more important.”
“We’ll see about that.” Temper sharpened her voice, her eyes, turned them both into hot little knives. “Everyone knows it’s Parker who runs this business. She’s the one who calls the shots. You’ll fall in line when she tells you to.”
Linda stormed to the door, spun back. “You should be ashamed for treating me this way.”
Weary, Mac walked to her workstation, picked up the phone after her mother slammed out. “I’m sorry,” Mac said when Parker answered. “I want to say I’m sorry first. My mother’s on her way over to see you. I’m afraid you’re going to have to deal with her.”
“All right.”
“She’s getting married again.”
“Well, I’m shocked!”
Mac laughed even as tears stung her eyes. “Thanks. She wants it here, this June.”
“She can’t have it. We’re booked.”
“I know. I told her, but apparently you’re the boss of me. Of all of us.”
“I’m always saying that. I’ll deal with it. It’s no problem.”
“It’s my problem.”
“Seeing as I’m the boss of you, I’m making it mine. I’ll call you back.”
In her office at the main house, Parker rose, walked to a mirror. She checked her appearance, smoothed a hair back into place, freshened her lipstick—and smiled because it felt like girding for battle.
She looked forward to it.
She took her time walking downstairs, even when she heard the bell ring insistently, repeatedly. She paused to adjust a rose in the vase on the foyer table, then fixing a cool smile on her face, opened the door.
“Hello, Linda. I hear congratulations are in order.”
“She didn’t waste any time.” Linda breezed in, took a quick glance around. “It must be odd opening your home to strangers, for money.”
“Actually, I find it very satisfying.” Parker gestured toward the drawing room. “We can sit in here.”
Shrugging out of her jacket, Linda crossed to a sofa. She tossed the fur negligently over the arm, sat, then leaned back, crossed her legs. “I realize I should have come to you first, but sentiment took me to my daughter. I wanted to share my happy news with her.”
“Of course.” Parker took a chair and, mimicking Linda’s pose, sat and crossed her legs. “You must be very excited. That’s a gorgeous ring.”
“Isn’t it?” Pleasure gushed again as Linda lifted her hand to admire it. “Ari is so thoughtful, and romantic. He’s swept me off my feet.”
“I think Mac mentioned he lives in New York. So you’ll be moving.”
“Very soon. I have a thousand things to see to first. My house, my things.”
“And Eloisa. I’m sure she’s excited at the idea of living in New York on college breaks when she’s not with her father.” Parker tipped her head slightly at Linda’s blank look.
“Oh, Eloisa’s ready to fly the nest. Of course we’ll have a room for her when she visits. At least until she can get her own place. Meanwhile, I have a wedding to plan. I wouldn’t dream of having anyone handle the details but you. Naturally we want the sort of affair that reflects Ari’s position and status. He’s a very important man, and—since we’re talking business—has the means to afford the very best. I’ll want to talk to the other girls about their end of things, but while I’m here I can give you a sense of what I’m looking for.”
“Vows isn’t going to be able to handle or host your wedding, Linda. We don’t have any dates open in June. In fact, we’re booked through the summer and fall.”
“Parker, you’re a businesswoman.” Linda spread her hands. “I’m offering you a major event, the sort that will bring this business of yours a great deal of attention, and certainly future clients. Ari knows important people, so I mean
major clients. As I’ve got my heart set on having the wedding here, in the home of an old friend—one I still miss—we’ll compensate you for the short notice. How much do you estimate it would take to have a date open up in June. Say, the third Saturday?”
“You’re right, I’m a businesswoman.” Parker watc
hed Linda smile in satisfaction. “I’m in the business of providing services for our clients. We have a client for the third Saturday in June. We’ve signed a contract with that client. When I give my word, I keep it. You really should consider having your wedding in New York. I can, if you like, give you names of other wedding planners.”
“I don’t want names. I said I wanted my wedding here. It’s important to me, Parker. I want to be married somewhere I feel at home, where I have a connection, to have people I love and trust looking after the details. I want—”
“Tears won’t work on me.” Parker’s voice turned cold as Linda’s eyes filled. “And I don’t care what you want. You’re not getting married here. So.” She got to her feet. “If that’s all, I’m busy.”
“You always thought you were better than us, looking down like you’re so much more important. A Brown of Connecticut. What are you now, renting out your big house, scrambling around serving drinks and running other people’s errands.”
“I’m a Brown of Connecticut, following a time-honored family tradition and earning a living.” She picked up Linda’s coat, offered it. “I’ll show you out.”
“When I tell Ari how you’ve treated me, he’ll put you out of business. You won’t be able to run a kid’s birthday party in this place. We’ll ruin you.”
“Oh, Linda, you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that because it allows me to say something I’ve wanted to, for years. All the years I’ve watched you undermine and emotionally manipulate my best friend. All the years I’ve watched you alternately smother her or ignore her, as it suited your whims.”
Shock leached color from Linda’s cheeks. “You can’t speak to me that way.”
“I just did. Now I’ll finish. You’re not welcome in this house. Actually, you’ve never been welcome here, but tolerated. That ends now. You’ll only be permitted to walk in this door again if Mac wants it. Now get out of my house, get in your car, and get off my property.”
“And to think I wanted to do you a favor.”
Parker stood in the doorway, watching while Linda slid into her car. By the time she’d driven halfway home, Parker estimated, she’d believe that. She’d tried to do them a favor. She waited until the car gunned down the drive, then grabbed a jacket for the walk to Mac’s studio.
Mac met her at the door. “Parks, I—”
“Don’t apologize to me. You’ll piss me off.” She glanced at the studio space, noted the backdrop, the floor pillows. “You’ve got the engagement shoot. Soon,” she realized with a glance at her watch. “I’ll be quick.”
“How’d the consult go?”
