Happy Ever After tbq-4

by Nora Roberts

With a hand on her hip, Parker angled into a pose. “You doubted me?”

  “I’m so ashamed. You can be Super-Parker. I need to go change my shoes, which unfortunately aren’t those,” she said with another envious glance at Parker’s feet.“Freshen my makeup, and so on. I’ll get Mac moving if she’s not.You did good, Parker.” She grabbed Parker, kissed her hard on the mouth.

  “Could you do that again?” Mal asked. “In slow motion?”

  “Perv.” But tears sparkled in Laurel’s eyes as she turned and laid one on him.“She said again and again it didn’t matter, but it did.” She sniffled, smiled at Parker. “We know it did. Back in fifteen.”

  “Everyone’s getting the crying out of the way tonight.”

  “Thank God. I’m having a hard time holding it in.”

  “Funny guy.” She drilled a finger in his belly.“I need to check on the caterers, and the Parlor, and the Grand Hall, and—”

  He grabbed another cookie and went with her.

  THERE WAS ALWAYS A BUZZ IN THE AIR BEFORE AN EVENT, MAL thought, but not like this buzz.This one almost shocked the skin. The photographer Mac had trusted for her wedding already worked with her assistant, getting candids as Carter’s family came in and the noise level rose.

  He watched Parker move among them, offering drinks, crouching down to talk to the kids. In short order the big foyer, the Parlor vibrated with people and movement. Flowers—he imagined they were a mild prelude to tomorrow’s—perfumed the air.

  He tried the champagne and glanced over as Parker talked with his airport pickup.As he started toward them, Mac came racing down the staircase.

  “I’m not late!” She laughed, searched Carter out of the crowd. Her smile only beamed brighter. “I just wanted to—”

  Malcolm saw her face change, and for a moment the utter shock on it made him wonder if Parker had made a mistake.

  Then her eyes welled. “Dad?”

  Geoffrey Elliot, handsome, charming, and absent for most of his daughter’s life, stepped forward, opened his arms. “Baby.”

  She ran into them, pressed her face to his shoulder.“I thought you couldn’t make it.”

  “As if I’d miss my baby girl’s wedding.” He drew her back, kissed her on both damp cheeks. “Aren’t you a pretty picture?”

  “Dad.” She laid her head on his shoulder, found Parker, blinked her eyes clear. She mouthed thank you.

  No mistake, Malcolm thought, and snagging a second glass of champagne, took it to her. “Nice work, Legs.”

  She took the champagne and pulled a tissue out of her pocket to dry her own eyes. “It’s what I do.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  IT SNOWED.AND IT WAS FLUFFY AND BEAUTIFUL. BY NOON PARKER had the parking lot and walkways cleared, and the bride was stretched out upstairs, enjoying the hot stone massage her friends had given her as a wedding-day gift.

  The entrance and the staircase both glittered and gleamed with the work Emma and her team had completed. Massive pillar candles flanked the wide doorway of the Grand Hall in groups of three, with masses and masses of richly hued flowers at their creamy white bases.

  At dusk, miles of lights strung on the exterior of the house and on the small forest of miniature pines lining the walk in their silver pots would flicker and glow. Candles would shine in every window where wreaths of flowers hung, trailing long white ribbons.

  The house, Parker thought as she circled it and checked every detail, was a celebration that would sparkle and shimmer through the night.

  Emma had outdone herself, and with the added bonus of snow, guests would wander through that winter wonderland, then step through the garland-draped portico where bride-white poinsettias stacked into fanciful trees to flank the staircase.

  She ran the morning schedule like a seasoned general preparing for the most important campaign of her career, zipping from room to room, floor to floor, in running shoes, praising, pep-talking, issuing orders.

  “You’re going to wear yourself out before this gets started.” Del stopped her forward motion with his hands on her shoulders. “Take a breath. I thought Monica from the bridal shop was subbing for you today.”

  “She and Susan will be here in a half hour. What’s Carter’s status?”

  “A-okay, Captain.”

  “Seriously, Del, does he need anything? If you guys stayed up half the night boozing and playing poker—”

  “We had him tucked into bed by twelve thirty, as instructed. The rest of us stayed up boozing and playing poker.”

  She narrowed her eyes, noted his were clear and rested.

  “Go check on him. I don’t want him over here until three thirty.”

  “His best man has it under control. Bob’s as bad as you with lists and time clocks. He’ll go by the studio, pick up our groom at three fifteen.”

  “Then go be useful. Emma’s team is working on the Solarium, with the second unit setting up for dinner.”

  “Jack’s on Emma’s detail.”

  “Jack’s here? What about Malcolm?”

  “He’s hanging with Carter. We figured somebody should, in case he makes a run for it.”

  “Very funny. But it’s good somebody’s keeping Carter company. I was going to run over and check on him myself, but if Malcolm’s with him, I’ll go check on Mac instead.You can go tell Laurel she’s got an hour and twenty minutes, then she needs to be up in the Bride’s Suite.”

  “If she’s in the middle of something, she could come at me with a pastry cutter.”

  “Those are the chances we take.”

  MALCOLM SPRAWLED IN A CHAIR WITH A COKE AND A BAG OF CHIPS and caught a motocross race on ESPN.

  Carter paced.

  He’d gotten used to the pattern. Carter paced, sat and stared at the TV, checked his watch. Got up and paced.

  “Having second thoughts, Professor? I’ve got orders to get a rope if you try to run.”

  “What? No. Ha-ha. No. Is it really only one thirty? Maybe the battery’s dead.” He frowned at his watch, tapped the face. “What time do you have?”

  Malcolm held up his naked wrist.“Time for you to relax.Want a shot of something?”

  “No. No. No. Maybe. No. It’s just . . . It feels like I’ve entered another dimension where five minutes is equivalent to an hour and a half.We should’ve gone for an afternoon wedding.We’d be getting married right now if we’d gone for an afternoon wedding.”

  “In a hurry?”

  “I guess I am.” He stared blindly.“Some days I don’t know how all this happened, and others it’s like it’s always been. I’m just—it’s—we’re—”

  “Spit it out.”

  “When you find somebody you love, all the way through, and she loves you—even with your weaknesses, your flaws, everything starts to click into place. And if you can talk to her, and she listens, if she makes you laugh, and makes you think, makes you want, makes you see who you really are, and who you are is better, just better with her, you’d be crazy not to want to spend the rest of your life with her.”

  He stopped with a sheepish smile. “I’m rambling.”

  “No.” As the words had something turning around inside him, Malcolm shook his head. “It’s nice for you, Carter.You’re a lucky bastard.”

  “Today, I’m the luckiest bastard on the planet.”

  Malcolm switched off the TV. “Get some cards.We’ll play some gin, see if that luck translates.”

  “Sure.” He looked at his watch again. “Is it really only one thirty-five?”

  MAC STEPPED INTO THE BRIDE’S SUITE, STOPPED, DID A HAPPY DANCE. “Look, look, it’s mine. Today, it’s mine. Champagne, and the pretty fruit, the flowers, the candles. Oh, Em, the flowers.”

  “Nothing but the best for our brides. It is Vows, after all.”

  “Champagne first.” Laurel crossed over to pour.

  “Half a glass for me,” Parker said.“I still have a few things to—”

  “Parker, no.” Mac grabbed her hands. “From right now until the las
t dance, you’re my friend, one of my wonderful, beautiful, very-much-needed maids of honor. Monica’s got the rest. I need you with me—and the bride rules at Vows.”

  “All right. Fill me up, Laurel.”

  “Karen, maybe you could get a wide shot of—”

  “Uh-uh.” Parker wagged a finger. “If I’m one of your MOH, you are strictly the bride, not the photographer.”

  “We’ve got you covered, Mac.” Karen winked at her, changed lenses.

  “I know, sorry.” She took a deep breath, and a glass of champagne. “Okay.To Wedding Day.This time it’s real.”

  After the first sip, Mac held up a hand.“And one more because I might forget later. Emma, thank you for making it all so beautiful, and Laurel, thank you for a truly spectacular cake. And Parks, for all the details, the little and the big, thanks so much. But mostly, just thanks for being mine.”

  “Okay, stop. Drink.” Laurel blinked.“There’s no crying today.”

  “Maybe just a little.We haven’t had makeup yet.”

  As Emma slipped an arm around Mac, Parker passed out tissues.

  Then the door opened, and Mrs. Grady stood grinning. “Hair and makeup’s coming up.”

  “All right, tears off,” Parker ordered. “Let’s get to work.”

  She’d always enjoyed this part, even though she’d only come in and gone out as needed. Now Parker sat under the hairdresser’s hands, a glass of champagne in hers, watching the makeup artist work on Mac.

  A new perspective, she mused, enjoying the way Carter’s mother hurried in to chat, to laugh, to cry a little, and pleased with how efficiently Monica or Susan checked in. She had to order herself not to get up when Monica reported the groom and his party were in the house, but settled back, assured herself everything would go according to plan.

  And it did.

  On schedule, she, Emma, and Laurel changed into their gowns. Mac had been right on the colors, the tones, she thought. The deep pumpkin added a glow to Laurel’s skin while the russet highlighted Emma’s dusky beauty. And the dark gold suited her, she decided.

  Together, they looked like shimmering fall flowers.

  “We rock,” Laurel declared.

  “You guys look amazing.” In her corset and garters, Mac circled her finger so they’d do a turn. “Oh yeah, just amazing. And oh, Mrs. G, look at you.”

  “Not bad for an old broad.” Mrs. Grady did a turn on her own in her midnight blue gown.

  “Your turn,” Parker announced.

  “Oh boy, oh boy.”

  They helped her into her wedding dress, smoothing and fluffing the tissue organza overlay, hooking the flirty back with its ruffle train. Parker watched Mac transform as she stood in front of the cheval glass.

  “I’m a bride,” she murmured, eyes dazed with wonder. “And I’m beautiful.”

  “Here you are.” Mrs. Grady stepped up to hand Mac the diamond earrings Carter had given her. “Little Mackensie—skinny-assed redhead—as beautiful a bride as ever stood in this room.”

  “Mrs. G.” Mac lowered her brow to Mrs. Grady’s. “Would you help me with the headband?”

  It was a mother’s pleasure, Parker thought, to crown the bride. And touching to watch as Mrs. Grady slipped the glittering band into Mac’s bright hair.

  “It suits you. You were right, Emma, it suits her.” Stepping back, Mrs. Grady dabbed at her eyes. “You’ll do.”

  “Not quite yet.” Parker opened a drawer in the little bureau, took out a box. “I know you had something else in mind for something borrowed, but I’d like it if you’d wear this.”

  Opening the box, she took out a delicate diamond necklace, three thin, sparkling strands.

  “Parker.” Mac barely breathed the word. “It’s your mother’s.”

  “My father gave it to her for their anniversary. I know they’d like it if you wore it today, and for me, it’s like having them here. A part of them here.They loved you.”

  “Oh God.”

  “No crying,” Parker ordered.

  “Well, you make it damn near impossible not to. I’d love to wear it. I’d love—” Her voice simply broke as she shook her head. “I can’t say anything else or I won’t make it.”

  “Here.” Parker slipped the strands on, fastened them.“It’s perfect.”

  Lifting her hand, Mac touched the necklace. “I like having them with me today, with all of us.”

  Monica stepped in. “Oh, Mac, you’re just stunning. Carter’s going to need oxygen when he sees you.You might need some yourself. He looks incredibly handsome. I wanted to let you know, Karen, you should start the formals. Is there anything I can do for any of you?”

  “Is my mother here?” Mac asked her.

  “Not yet.”

  “Probably just as well. Okay, Karen, I’m all yours.”

  “I want some in here, then out on the terrace, then some with the bouquet before we add your attendants.”

  “The flowers will be here when you’re ready,” Emma told her.

  “I’m going to check on the guys,” Parker told Laurel. “And don’t start on me.”

  “I’m amazed you’ve held out this long. Go for it.”

  She slipped out, picked up her skirts, and made a dash to the Groom’s Suite. After a quick knock she eased open the door.“Female alert.”

  “You’re cleared,” Del called out.

  She stepped in. “Monica was right. Carter, you are incredibly handsome.” And adorable when the tips of his ears blushed. “All of you look wonderful. I just wanted—”

  As Jack moved over to adjust his tie in the mirror, she saw Malcolm, in jeans and a sweatshirt, sipping a beer. “I didn’t know you were here. Hanging out with the boys?”

  “What? Oh ... ah. Right.”

  He looked a little glassy-eyed, she thought, and she started to suggest he go easy on the beer when he set it down.

  “Karen’s starting on the formals on our side, so she should be ready to start yours in about fifteen minutes. Carter, you’re going to want your father. I’ll send your mother over when it’s time. Oh, and—”

  “Out.” Del steered her toward the door. “You’re MOH not wedding planner today.”

  “I keep hearing that.Then I guess I’ll see you when the clock strikes. Malcolm, I hope you’ve got a suit with you.”

  “What am I, an idiot? I’ve got plenty of time.”

  “We’ll kick him out,” Jack told her. “Looking good, Parker. Damn good.”

  She laughed, did a red-carpet turn. “Yes, I am.”

  “And don’t worry.” Bob, Carter’s best man and colleague, held up a notebook computer. “I’ve got it handled on this end. And I memorized the vows just in case he needs me to throw him a line.”

  “You’re a treasure, Bob.”

  She waited until she was out of earshot to laugh.

  “Just in time,” Emma said.

  “That wasn’t long enough for—”

  “For the bouquet. I wanted all of us here. Mac.” Emma lifted it from its box. “The final touch.”

  “Oh, Emma, oh wow. I even saw it in progress, but—just wow.”

  Mac took the waterfall of roses and lilies, deep colors, bold colors given subtle sparkle with tiny glass beads and pearls. It cascaded from waist to knee.

  “It’s just ...” She stared down at it, then up at Emma. “The blue butterfly.There’s a blue butterfly in the bouquet.”

  “It’s for luck, and love.”

  “You didn’t tell us you were doing that.” Laurel moved closer to look. “Emma, you sentimental slob. It’s absolutely great.”

  “Carter has one, too—just a tiny one on his boutonniere.”

  “I might as well tell you, I put one on the cake—sort of a Where’s Waldo? deal.”

  “Laurel,” Mac said with a watery laugh, “you sentimental slob.”

  “With the butterfly Parker had put on Mac’s blue garter, that makes three of us.” Emma reached in to take out the other bouquets.

  “Jus
t when I thought today couldn’t get any more fabulous, it—”

  Mac broke off as the door all but blew open and her mother made her entrance in murderous, low-cut red. “Well, don’t you all look . . . sweet. Such interesting colors. I left Ari downstairs. I just had to dash up and ...”

  The smirk faded as her eyes tracked over, landed on Mac. Parker had the intense pleasure of seeing the stupefied shock land on Linda’s face.

  Yeah, that’s right, you selfish, self-serving bitch. She’s spectacular. And nothing you can say or do will spoil one moment of her day.

  “Mackensie, you’re lovely.You really are. Oh, my baby’s getting married!” She threw up her hands and hurried across the room to embrace Mac. “I never thought I’d see this day come.”

  Over Linda’s head, Mac rolled her eyes and grinned.

  No, not a moment spoiled, Parker thought, and grinned back.

  MALCOLM PACED OUTSIDE THE BRIDE’S SUITE.

  How the hell had this happened? Well, he didn’t know, but it had happened. So ...That was that. Or he’d make sure that was that. If she’d ever come out of that damn room.

  If he’d worn a watch, he’d be tapping its face to see if the battery was dead.

  What could possibly take so long in there? What exactly went on behind that damn locked door?

  Finally, it opened, and women came out, all color and scent and sparkle. He stayed out of the way, ready to pounce the minute he saw Parker.

  When he did, she—naturally—had her head together with the woman who was running things today.

  “Hey.”

  She glanced back, tilting her head in surprise, then took another minute to recheck whatever she’d probably already checked five times with her stand-in, before walking toward him in that filmy, floaty dress the color of candlelight.

  “Why aren’t you downstairs? You should be seated. We’re about to—”

  “I need to talk to you for a minute. For a couple minutes.”

  “Malcolm, wedding. Now. I can’t—Oh God, is there a problem? I knew I should’ve gone down to check on—”

  “There’s no problem. Everything’s fine. It looks like the freaking wedding of the century. It can wait. Sure, no problem.”