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Similar to Elinor in my story, I love helping with weddings. Like Marianne, I love taking photographs. Like Meg, I love baking cupcakes. I split up bits of me into my characters. A wee sprinkling of Melissa. ;-)
Enjoy an excerpt from my story...
Elinor gaped at the
hive of activity on the green space in front of the winery the next morning.
Marianne jogged in place next to her.
“Let’s go, Ellie,” Marianne urged, stretching her arms
out. “I want to get this run in before it gets too hot.”
“It never gets too hot here,” Elinor replied, her eyes
focused on the people streaming in and out of the main building. “Didn’t you
hear what Cousin Jack said last night at dinner? That’s what makes it such an
excellent place to grow wine grapes.”
“Hello, girls!” Jack’s mother-in-law, Mrs. Jennings,
called from the double doors into the tasting room. “Come on up here!”
“No, Ellie,” Marianne groaned. “Didn’t we get enough of
her last night?”
Elinor ignored her sister and joined Mrs. Jennings. She
took in the sight of the tasting room overflowing with buckets of flowers,
yards of tulle, and rows of candleholders.
“Is this the wedding you mentioned last night?” Elinor
asked Mrs. Jennings.
Mrs. Jennings’ eyes glittered. “Yes, isn’t it going to be
amazing?” Her face darkened. “Now if my wedding coordinator, Winnie, would only
show up, that would be fantastic.”
“I can help you until she gets here,” Elinor found
herself saying. She felt Marianne pinch her arm and she winced. “And Marianne
will be happy to help me.”
“You girls are lifesavers!” Mrs. Jennings exclaimed,
clasping them to her ample bosom. “Winnie was in charge of the flower
arrangements and the decorations. Her husband is the photographer so we were
able to book it as a package for the bride and groom. Oh, I see the catering
truck has just arrived. I have to go meet them and tell them to use the
elevator at the basement level by the Cave.”
She bustled away as Marianne scowled at her sister. “Why,
Ellie? You don’t have to save everyone, you know. We were all set for a run and
then getting settled in the house.”
“Just think of the bride, Marianne,” Elinor insisted.
“That poor girl will show up here soon and see all of this. How would you
feel?”
“We’ve never done a wedding before,” Marianne protested.
“We have helped Mom with enough Junior League luncheons,
Ladies’ Teas, and Christmas parties to know what to do. And don’t forget all
the wedding shows Rosa would watch while she was cooking. We can do this. We
owe this to Cousin Jack for his hospitality to us. And it would make Mom
happy,” Elinor added.
“Fine,” Marianne grumbled as she lifted a handful of
tulle from the tasting counter. “But you owe me.”
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