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get a quick kiss and a whispered, “Sorry, but I promised,” and he’s gone. Leaving me facing a mother and soon-to-be mother-in-law.
    Ever the take charge woman, Mom claps her hands together the second the door closes. “We’re a little behind schedule, but that’s nothing. Ladies, let’s go.”
    “Go where, Mom?”
    “Don’t you worry about a thing. All you need to know is that we have a special weekend planned for us. Call it a pre-wedding de-stress weekend.”
    A stress-free weekend that involves untold proximity to my mother? I’m not sure how accurate an assessment this is going to be. But I’ll give it a go.

The next morning.
    Y ou have to give credit where it’s due. So far, this weekend is nothing but relaxing and completely, unexpectedly, restfully indulgent. Last night we went to a luxury spa hotel complete with gourmet room service, a before bed massage and a suite of rooms that has me trying to ignore how much my parents shelled out for it. Mom and Mary are hitting it off famously, which I already knew they would based on their prior meetings. And best of all, for me at least, is that they invited Ingrid along. What’s ensued is a genuinely fun time.
    Right now Ingrid and I are cocooned in thick terry-cloth robes awaiting our treatments. It’s a full day of pampering for the four of us, including hot stones, facials, body wraps, water treatments, mani-pedis, mimosas and glorious nibblets of food.
    “Here’s to champagne for breakfast,” Ingrid says, raising her glass. “And to your mother for one of her best plans yet.”
    “I can’t argue with you there. This is just what I needed, even if I didn’t realize it. When I decided to take the summer off, I didn’t imagine I’d get so bogged down in wedding-related stuff. But planning a wedding really does take the good out of you.”
    “Your wedding is going to be spectacular. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your maid-of-honour. I love the way you and Evan have created something that’s so uniquely you.”
    “It took a bit of convincing to get Evan to agree to a wedding at the Basilica, but once Monsignor Shea agreed to the swords, he was alright.”
    “Forget Evan agreeing to a Catholic wedding,” Ingrid says, laughing. “I thought you were never going to have a church wedding?”
    “It wasn’t worth the fight. Two devout Catholic families? I have to know which battles to choose. Besides, we’re not doing the full Mass or anything. And Ryan is a decent guy. As far as Shea cousins go, I like him. He gets me. And he understands our reservations.”
    “He’s pretty good-looking, I’ll give him that.”
    “Well, he learned the hard way at our engagement party that even at family events he should wear his collar.”
    Ingrid throws her hands in the air in defence. “I didn’t do anything to him other than politely suggest that we could go out for drinks after the party.”
    “Politely with your hand on his leg, as I recall. Or was that your tongue in his ear?”
    Surprisingly, grapes hurt when they bounce off your head.
    “Whatever. I have no problem looking him in the eye. And I bet he secretly enjoyed it.”
    “Speaking of secretly enjoying things. Have you decided if you’re bringing anyone to the reception yet?”
    “What? And ruin my chances of being the most sought-after single woman in the bridal party?”
    “You’re the only single woman in the bridal party.”
    “Exactly.” Her smile makes me laugh. I love Ingrid. I don’t know of many people who are still best friends with their childhood friend but I can’t imagine anyone else filling her role in my life. We’re as different as chalk and cheese in so many ways, from the way we look—Ingrid is all tall, blonde Nordic beauty while I’m more of the traditional English-Irish type of brunette so common around here—to the way we act (although she’s taken over the flirty role I once occupied).
    When Evan insisted on having all six of his brothers in