Vision in White
Page 31
She concentrated on balancing color, brightening or dulling the saturation to translate the mood, the emotion.
She sharpened a candid of the bride and groom, both laughing as they charged down the aisle, hands locked together, and blurred the background, everything but the two of them.
Just the two of them, she thought, wildly happy in those first seconds of marriage. Everything around them soft-focus and dreamlike, and their faces, their movement, their unity vivid.
It would come rushing back, she thought, other voices, movement, demands, connections. But in this instant, in this image, they were all.
Pleased, she added noise, just a hint of grain before she tried a soft proof to test her paper. Once she’d printed it, she studied it, searching for flaws.
She added it, as she sometimes did, to the order placed. A little gift for the new couple. Shifting work stations, she unboxed the combination album her clients had chosen, and began to assemble the pages with images that told the story of the day.
She repeated the process for the smaller albums and photos chosen by parents.
Back at the computer, she generated the custom thank-you cards using the portrait the client had selected. She boxed them in units of twenty-five, tied each with a thin white ribbon before taking a break.
She still had to mat and frame a dozen portraits for the couple’s personal gallery and what they’d chosen as gifts.
But she’d get it done, today, Mac thought as she stood and stretched. She was on a roll, and she’d contact her client in the morning to arrange pickup or delivery.
She bent over at the waist, letting her arms hang loosely, and called out at the knock on her door. “It’s open.”
“You’ve still got no ass.”
Mac turned her head for an upside-down view of Delaney. “I had a feeling.”
“Stopped by to drop off some paperwork, catch up with Parker before I headed over to Jack’s to watch the game.” He peeled off his coat, tossed it toward the couch. “So, how was the wine?”
“Good, thanks, Mr. Cutie.”
“You and Carter Maguire, huh?” At home, he strolled into her kitchen. She heard the fridge open, then his aggrieved voice. “Mac, you have no ass. Why do you only have Diet Coke in here?”
“So people like you don’t suck down all my supply.”
She straightened as he came back, popping the top on a can. “Beggars, choosers. Word is you and Carter hooked up because his sister’s a client.”
“We ran into each other again because of that.”
“And you flashed him your tits, first chance.”
She lifted her eyebrows. “Those would not be Parker’s words, which is your source. If you’re going to be such a girl about this, why don’t we sit down and braid each other’s hair while we gossip.”
“You don’t have enough hair.” He took a slug of the soft drink, grimaced a little. “Blah. Anyway, back to topic. A man’s got to be curious, and mildly suspicious about other guys and his honorary little sister.”
She went in for her own Coke. “We went out to dinner. According to my data, people have been doing that for several years.”
“Date two, according to my unimpeachable source. Not including the flashing.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her when she came back in.
“There was no flashing, only the momentary lack of shirt. Pervert Boy.”
“I’m known by many names. And your evasions make me wonder if this is serious business.”
“I’m not evading, and what’s your problem with Carter?”
“I don’t have a problem with Carter, other than you’re you and he’s a man. I like him.” With a shrug, he sat on the arm of her sofa. “Always did. I haven’t run into him since he moved back, until last night. I heard he’d been hooked up with Corrine Melton—she worked for a client of Jack’s—and he, that would be Jack, found her a pain in the ass.”
“What do you know about her?”
“Aha, so we are serious.”
“Shut up. Tell me.”
“Impossible to do both at once.”
“Come on, Del.”
“I know nothing, except she irritated Jack and apparently came on to him. While she was still hooked up with Carter. Which I’m now assuming she’s not.”
“What does she look like? Is she pretty?”
“Jesus, Mac, now you are being a girl. I have no idea. Ask Jack.”
Scowling, she pointed to the door. “If you have no juice, take your drink and go. I’m working.”
He grinned at her, that potent flash of Brown grin. “But I’m having such a good time.”
“No juice from you, you get none from me.”
The phone rang. She checked the readout, didn’t recognize the name or number. “Mac Photography at Vows.”
“Mackensie! Hello from beautiful, sunny Florida.”
“Mom.” She immediately held a finger at her temple and flicked her thumb like a trigger.
Del tossed his coat back on the couch. Friends didn’t leave friends in a twist. And if Linda was on the phone, Mac would end up twisted.
“I’m having the best time. I feel like a new woman!”
“Whose phone is this?”
“Oh, it’s Ari’s. I left mine in my room, and we’re sitting out by the pool. Or I am. He just went to see what’s taking so long with our drinks. The sweetie. It’s glorious here! I have a treatment soon, but just had to talk to you first, so Ari lent me his phone. He’s such a gentleman.”
Jesus, Mac thought, she’d actually predicted this. “I’m glad you’re having a good time.”
“It’s been amazing for me. For my health and well-being, my mental, emotional, and spiritual well-being. I need another week.”
Mac closed her eyes. “I can’t help you.”
“Of course you can! Sweetie, I have to finish this. If I don’t I’ll come back and slide right down again. It’ll all have been wasted, as if you’d thrown your money away. I just need you to clear another thousand. Well, two to be absolutely safe. I need to complete myself.”
“I don’t have any more to spare.” She thought of the work she’d done, more than four hours of work on a Sunday.
“You can charge it,” Linda said with a trill that went sharp around the edges. “It’s not like you have to run down here with cash, for God’s sake. Just call the office here with your credit card information, and they’ll do the rest. Simple as that. I’ve already told them you’d be calling, so—”
She sharpened a candid of the bride and groom, both laughing as they charged down the aisle, hands locked together, and blurred the background, everything but the two of them.
Just the two of them, she thought, wildly happy in those first seconds of marriage. Everything around them soft-focus and dreamlike, and their faces, their movement, their unity vivid.
It would come rushing back, she thought, other voices, movement, demands, connections. But in this instant, in this image, they were all.
Pleased, she added noise, just a hint of grain before she tried a soft proof to test her paper. Once she’d printed it, she studied it, searching for flaws.
She added it, as she sometimes did, to the order placed. A little gift for the new couple. Shifting work stations, she unboxed the combination album her clients had chosen, and began to assemble the pages with images that told the story of the day.
She repeated the process for the smaller albums and photos chosen by parents.
Back at the computer, she generated the custom thank-you cards using the portrait the client had selected. She boxed them in units of twenty-five, tied each with a thin white ribbon before taking a break.
She still had to mat and frame a dozen portraits for the couple’s personal gallery and what they’d chosen as gifts.
But she’d get it done, today, Mac thought as she stood and stretched. She was on a roll, and she’d contact her client in the morning to arrange pickup or delivery.
She bent over at the waist, letting her arms hang loosely, and called out at the knock on her door. “It’s open.”
“You’ve still got no ass.”
Mac turned her head for an upside-down view of Delaney. “I had a feeling.”
“Stopped by to drop off some paperwork, catch up with Parker before I headed over to Jack’s to watch the game.” He peeled off his coat, tossed it toward the couch. “So, how was the wine?”
“Good, thanks, Mr. Cutie.”
“You and Carter Maguire, huh?” At home, he strolled into her kitchen. She heard the fridge open, then his aggrieved voice. “Mac, you have no ass. Why do you only have Diet Coke in here?”
“So people like you don’t suck down all my supply.”
She straightened as he came back, popping the top on a can. “Beggars, choosers. Word is you and Carter hooked up because his sister’s a client.”
“We ran into each other again because of that.”
“And you flashed him your tits, first chance.”
She lifted her eyebrows. “Those would not be Parker’s words, which is your source. If you’re going to be such a girl about this, why don’t we sit down and braid each other’s hair while we gossip.”
“You don’t have enough hair.” He took a slug of the soft drink, grimaced a little. “Blah. Anyway, back to topic. A man’s got to be curious, and mildly suspicious about other guys and his honorary little sister.”
She went in for her own Coke. “We went out to dinner. According to my data, people have been doing that for several years.”
“Date two, according to my unimpeachable source. Not including the flashing.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her when she came back in.
“There was no flashing, only the momentary lack of shirt. Pervert Boy.”
“I’m known by many names. And your evasions make me wonder if this is serious business.”
“I’m not evading, and what’s your problem with Carter?”
“I don’t have a problem with Carter, other than you’re you and he’s a man. I like him.” With a shrug, he sat on the arm of her sofa. “Always did. I haven’t run into him since he moved back, until last night. I heard he’d been hooked up with Corrine Melton—she worked for a client of Jack’s—and he, that would be Jack, found her a pain in the ass.”
“What do you know about her?”
“Aha, so we are serious.”
“Shut up. Tell me.”
“Impossible to do both at once.”
“Come on, Del.”
“I know nothing, except she irritated Jack and apparently came on to him. While she was still hooked up with Carter. Which I’m now assuming she’s not.”
“What does she look like? Is she pretty?”
“Jesus, Mac, now you are being a girl. I have no idea. Ask Jack.”
Scowling, she pointed to the door. “If you have no juice, take your drink and go. I’m working.”
He grinned at her, that potent flash of Brown grin. “But I’m having such a good time.”
“No juice from you, you get none from me.”
The phone rang. She checked the readout, didn’t recognize the name or number. “Mac Photography at Vows.”
“Mackensie! Hello from beautiful, sunny Florida.”
“Mom.” She immediately held a finger at her temple and flicked her thumb like a trigger.
Del tossed his coat back on the couch. Friends didn’t leave friends in a twist. And if Linda was on the phone, Mac would end up twisted.
“I’m having the best time. I feel like a new woman!”
“Whose phone is this?”
“Oh, it’s Ari’s. I left mine in my room, and we’re sitting out by the pool. Or I am. He just went to see what’s taking so long with our drinks. The sweetie. It’s glorious here! I have a treatment soon, but just had to talk to you first, so Ari lent me his phone. He’s such a gentleman.”
Jesus, Mac thought, she’d actually predicted this. “I’m glad you’re having a good time.”
“It’s been amazing for me. For my health and well-being, my mental, emotional, and spiritual well-being. I need another week.”
Mac closed her eyes. “I can’t help you.”
“Of course you can! Sweetie, I have to finish this. If I don’t I’ll come back and slide right down again. It’ll all have been wasted, as if you’d thrown your money away. I just need you to clear another thousand. Well, two to be absolutely safe. I need to complete myself.”
“I don’t have any more to spare.” She thought of the work she’d done, more than four hours of work on a Sunday.
“You can charge it,” Linda said with a trill that went sharp around the edges. “It’s not like you have to run down here with cash, for God’s sake. Just call the office here with your credit card information, and they’ll do the rest. Simple as that. I’ve already told them you’d be calling, so—”
