CHAPTER FOUR
AT TWO FIFTEEN ON SATURDAY, EMMA HAD HER TROOPS LINED up to transform the event rooms from the cheerful Caribbean themed daytime wedding into what she privately thought of as the Paris Explodes event.
"Everything goes. " Emma rolled to the toes of her move fast sneakers. "The bride wants all the remaining baskets, vases, centerpieces. We'll help them load up whatever hasn't already been given to guests. Beach and Tiffany, strip the garlands and swags, inside and out. Start with the portico, then move inside. Tink, you and I will start the changeover in the Grand Hall. When the portico's ready to be dressed, let me know. The bride's and groom's suites have already been changed over. New bride's due at three thirty for hair, makeup, dressing, and photos in her suite. We need the entrance, foyer, staircase complete by three twenty, and the Grand Hall complete by four. Terraces, pergola, and patios by four forty-five, Ballroom complete by five forty five. If you need extra hands get me or Parker. Let's do this. "
With Tink beside her, Emma shot off like a bullet. Tink, she knew, was reliable when she wanted to be - which was about seventy-five percent of the time. But Emma only had to show her or explain something to her once. She was a talented florist, again when she wanted to be. And was, to Emma's mind, almost spookily strong.
Tiny and toned, her wildly chopped boot-black hair liberally streaked with cotton-candy pink for spring, Tink attacked the mantel dressing like a whirlwind.
They stripped, boxed, dragged, hefted, and hauled candles of mango orange and surf white, garlands of bougainvillaea, pots of ferns and palm trees.
Tink snapped the gum she was never without and wrinkled her nose so the silver hoop in it glinted. "If you're going to want palm trees and shit, why don't you just go to the beach?"
"If they did, we wouldn't get paid to create the beach. "
"Good point. "
When she got the signal, Emma deserted the hall for the portico. She twined and draped and swagged miles of white tulle, acres of white roses to create a regal entryway for the bride and her guests. Colorful pots of hibiscus and orchids made way for enormous white urns filled with a forest of lilacs.
"Bride and Groom One and all guests checked out," Parker told her. She stood in her simple gray suit, her BlackBerry in one hand, her beeper hooked to her pocket, and her earbud dangling. "My God, Emma, this looks amazing. "
"Yeah, it's coming along. She balked on the lilacs - too simple a flower, according to Monster Bride, but I found a picture that convinced her. " She stepped back, nodded. "Okay, yeah. Excellent. "
"She's due in twenty. "
"We'll make it. "
Emma hustled inside to where Tink and Tiffany worked on the staircase. More tulle, more white roses, these twined with fairy lights, with long swags of roses dripping down every ten inches. Perfect.
"Okay, Beach, entry and gift table arrangements. We can haul over the first of the Grand Hall pieces, too. "
"I can get you Carter. " Parker tapped her beeper. "I drafted him to help in the Ballroom, but I can spare him. "
"Handy to have Mac hooked with a strong, willing back. I'll take him. "
With the gangly Carter and her fireplug Beach, Emma transported pots, vases, baskets, greenery, garland, swags, and candles.
"MB's pulling in. " Parker's voice sounded through Emma's headset and made her snort. Monster Bride. She put the finishing touches on the mantel, lush with white and silver candles, white roses, and lavender lisianthus, before making the dash to wade into the outdoor arrangements. She set more lilacs in more urns, muscled enormous silver baskets filled with calla lilies in eggplant and snowy white, hung cones of flowers dripping with silver ribbon on the white-draped aisle chairs, and guzzled water like a dying woman.
"Man, is this the best you can do?"
Rubbing the aching small of her back, Emma turned to Jack.
He stood, hands in the pockets of a gorgeous gray suit jacket, eyes shaded against the beaming sunlight by Oakleys.
"Well, she wanted simple. "
He laughed, shook his head. "It looks amazing, and somehow elaborately French. "
"Yes. " She pointed a finger at him. "Exactly my plan. Wait!" Panic leaped in her chest like a terrier after a bone. "What are you doing here? What time is it? We can't be that far behind. Parker would - " She broke off as she checked her watch. "Oh, thank God. You're really early. "
"Yeah. Parker mentioned to Del since I was coming, maybe I could make it early and pitch in. So I'm here to pitch. "
"Come with me. Tink! I need to get the bouquets. Finish up - ten minutes - then start on the Ballroom. "
"On it. "
"You can help me load. I'm heading over to get them now," she said into her headset. "Oh, slip a Xanax in her champagne, Parker. I can't move any faster. Ten minutes. Have Mac stall her. "
Moving at a jog now, she reached the van she used for transport, then jumped behind the wheel.
"Do you do that often?" Jack asked her. "Drug the bride?"
"We never do it, but we want to with some of them. And really, we'd be doing everyone a favor. This one wants her bouquet and she wants it now because if she doesn't love it, there's going to be hell to pay. Laurel breezed by earlier and told me Mac told her the MB made her hairdresser cry and had a fight with her MOH. Parker smoothed it out, of course. "
"MB?"
"Think about it," Emma suggested, and jumped out of the van to dash into her workshop. He did as he followed her inside. "Mean Bitch. Monster Bitch. No, Monster Bride. "
"Ding, ding, ding. " She hauled open the door of her cooler. "Everything on the right goes. One rose cascade bouquet, twelve, count them twelve, attendant bouquets. " She tapped one of the boxes. "Do you know what this is?"
"A bouquet. A purplish sort of thing. Pretty cool looking, actually. I've never seen anything like it. "
"It's kale. "
"Get out. "
"Ornamental kale, variegated purple and green. Bride's colors are purple and silver. We've used a lot of silver accents and tones from pale orchid to deep eggplant, with lots of white and green in the arrangements. "
"Son of a bitch. Cabbage bouquets. You didn't tell her what it is. "
"Only after I made her fall in love with it. Okay, bouquets, corsages, boutonnieres, both the pomanders - she has two flower girls, two halos of white roses and lavender, and holding vases. Check, check, double check. Let's load them up. "
"Do you ever get sick of flowers?" he asked her as they carried boxed bouquets.
"Absolutely not. Do you smell that lavender? Those roses?"
"Impossible not to, under the circumstances. So, a guy's taking you out. First date or some special deal, and he brings you flowers. You're not like: Oh, flowers. Great. "
"I'd think he was very thoughtful. God, every muscle in my body is begging for a glass of wine and a hot bath. " She stretched her back when Jack closed the cargo doors. "Okay, let's go knock the MB's socks off. Oh wait. Your jacket. The one you lent me. It's inside. "
"I'll get it later. So, did she get one more rose than her friend?"
Emma blanked for a moment, then remembered telling him about the bouquets. "Ten more. She'll bow to me before I'm done with her. Yes, Parker, yes, I'm on my way. " Even as she spoke, her beeper sounded. "Now what? Can you read that? I can't get to it while I'm driving. It's hooked to my skirt, right under the jacket on your side. "
He lifted the hem of the jacket, and his fingers brushed her skin just above her waist as he tilted the beeper. She thought, uh-oh, and kept her eyes straight ahead.
"It says DTMB! Mac. "
"DTMB?" His knuckles continued to rest there, just above her waist. Very distracting. "Ah . . . Death to Monster Bride. "
"Any answer? Suggestions on the method maybe?"
She managed a smile. "Not at this time. Thanks. "
"Nice jacket," he said and smoothed it back into place.
She stopped
in front of the house. "If you help me haul all this up, I won't tell Parker or give you grief when you sneak off to the Grand Hall for a beer before the wedding. "
"That's a deal. "
With her, he carried boxes into the foyer. He stopped a moment, took a survey. "You do good work. If she doesn't bow to you, she's a bigger idiot than I already think she is. "
"Shh!" She stifled a laugh, rolled her eyes. "You don't know who's wandering around from the immediate family or wedding party at this stage. "
"She knows I can't stand her. I told her. "
"Oh, Jack. " She did laugh now as she hurried up the steps. "Don't do or say anything to set her off. Consider the Wrath of Parker before you speak. "
Emma balanced the box she carried and opened the door to the Bride's Suite.
"There you are. Finally! Emmaline, really, how am I supposed to take my formal portraits without my bouquet? And now my nerves are just shot ! You know I wanted to see it early enough so you could make changes if I wanted them. Do you know what time it is? Do you?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear a word you said. I'm just dazzled. Whitney, you look absolutely spectacular. "
That much, at least, was true. With miles of skirt, a universe of pearls and beads sparkling on the train, the bodice, and her expertly low-lighted blond hair swept up and crowned with a tiara, Monster Bride was magnificent.
"Thank you, but I've been a wreck worrying about the bouquet. If it's not perfect - "
"I think it's exactly what you hoped for. " Carefully, Emma lifted the massive cascade of white roses from the box. She did a mental C-jump when the bride's eyes popped wide, but kept her tone professional. "I tweaked the temperature so the roses would just be partially open. And just hints of green and the silver beads to set off the blooms. I know you talked about trails of silver ribbons, but I really think that would take away from the flowers, and the shape. But I can add it in no time if you still want it. "
"The silver would add a sparkle, but . . . Maybe you're right. " Whitney reached out to take the bouquet.
Nearby the mother of the bride pressed her palms together as if in prayer and lifted them to her lips. Always a good sign.
Whitney turned, studied herself in the full-length mirror. And smiled. Emma stepped beside her to whisper in her ear. And the smile widened.
"You can count them later," Emma suggested. "Now I'll turn you over to Mac. "
"Let's try between the windows over here, Whitney. The light's wonderful. " Mac gave Emma a thumbs-up behind the bride's back.
"Now, ladies," Emma said, "it's your turn. "
She distributed bouquets, corsages, set out the holding vases, then put the MOG in charge of the pomanders and flower girls.
She stepped out again, glanced at Jack. "Whew. "
"The 'maybe you're right'? From her, that's a bow. "
"Understood. I can take it from here. Go get that beer. Carter's around here somewhere. Corrupt him. "
"I try, but he's a hard nut to crack. "
"Boutonnieres," she said, already on the move again. "Then I need to check on the Ballroom. " She looked at her watch. "We're right on schedule, so thanks. I'd be running behind if you hadn't helped me load and haul. "
"I can take up the boutonnieres. It'd give me a chance to see Justin, make bad jokes about balls and chains. "
"Good idea. Do that. " With the few minutes of time that bought her, she opted to swing through the Grand Hall, out onto the terrace.
Satisfied after a few tweaks, she climbed up to the Ballroom where her team was well underway. Emma pushed up her sleeves and dived in.
While she worked, Parker gave periodic updates, and started the countdown in her ear. Guests still trickling in. Most are seated or on the terrace. Formal prewedding shots complete. Mac's on the move.
Grandparents escorted in two minutes. I'm bringing the boys down. Laurel, get ready for the pass-off.
"Roger that," Laurel said dryly. "Em, cake's assembled and ready for the table decor anytime. "
Boys passed off to Laurel, Parker announced a moment later as Emma finished with a stand of hydrangeas. MOG escorted by BOG in one. MOB on deck. Escort is BOB. Queuing up attendants. Music change on my mark.