Vision in White
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“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 watched 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.”
“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 watched 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.”
