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coffee shop? Or on a ferryboat. If any guests were a few minutes late they’d miss the boat
and
the ceremony. Ferries ran on time. Wedding guests, not necessarily. Of course, they could always charter an Argosy cruise ship.
    Before Anne could even bring it up, they were on to a new idea—a pirate ship. Apparently, you could do that at the Treasure Island Hotel in Vegas. (Back to Vegas again—nooo!) Or they could have a zombie theme. This was another suggestion from Drake. He was just full of ideas. (Who asked him, anyway?)
    By the time they left, Anne was on her third glass of white wine and on the phone to her mother. “This is insane,” she’d finished after delivering the bad news of her daughter’s sudden poor taste in weddings.
    “Frustrating, isn’t it?”
    She’d received the message in her mother’s tone of voice loud and clear.
Yeah. How does it feel?
    Okay, so she hadn’t let Mom throw her the super wedding she’d wanted. “That was different,” she’d reminded her. And at least her mother’d had Kendra, who’d come through with the traditional wedding. Anne had only Laney.
    “All you can do is make suggestions,” Julia had said. “And if you think she’s going to take any of them, you’ve been eating too much wedding cake.”
    “Ha-ha. I’m sure glad I called you.”
    “I am, too,” Julia had said, ignoring the sarcasm. “This is happy news, and I know whatever kind of wedding Laney wants, you’ll give it to her.”
    Of course she would. There was nothing she wouldn’t do, no length to which she wouldn’t go, to give her daughter the wonderful wedding she deserved.
    “In the end, you want her to have the day she wants.”
    “Well, yes,” Anne had agreed.
    And she knew what Laney wanted. It was the same thing she’d wanted since she was a little girl. Anne could still remember, when Laney was seven, watching the wedding scene in
The Sound of Music
with her—the first movie wedding they ever watched together. Laney sat transfixed at the sight of Maria coming down the aisle to the nuns’ chorus. “I want a wedding like that someday, Mommy,” she’d breathed, and Anne had vowed then and there to make sure she got it. She was no less determined now.
    Laney needed guidance. “I don’t want her to wind up having any regrets.” Wasn’t it a mother’s job to save her daughter from that? So far there’d been very little saving and a whole lot of running just to keep up.
    * * *
    Come Monday it was time to focus on other brides. In the morning Anne met with a bride-to-be, pinning down the details of her upcoming wedding.
    “I love the idea of the treasure box,” the bride gushed. “It would be great to fill that as part of the ceremony. What should we put in it?”
    “Well, it can be anything you want. A copy of your wedding vows, for one thing. And didn’t you say your bridesmaids were going to make tissue flowers to decorate the lodge? You could put in one of those, as well as your engagement picture. Also, a lot of couples put in something like a bottle of whiskey so they can toast each other on their one-year anniversary. You open the box again in another five years and another five and so on. Each time you can reread your vows. You’ll have the flower as a keepsake and the picture to remind you how happy you are in this moment.”
    “And the whiskey to help us forget if we aren’t,” joked the bride-to-be.
    “Or to congratulate each other on doing such a good job of building a life together.”
    Her client nodded vigorously, typing notes in her iPad. “We are so doing this.”
    Anne smiled. Happy brides were what made her world spin.
    After lunch she spent two hours in the studio attached to her office with another bride-to-be, showing her table-setting options. Now it was time to book that venue Marla Polanski had requested.
    Anne brought up the website for Primrose Haus in Icicle Falls and it was love at first sight. “Oh, this is beautiful,” she said, and