Wow. Parker could honestly say that she’d never met a bride like Maggie.
Lucy had been pretty easygoing, but they’d had a girls’ night with Corinne, Lucy’s sister, and pored over Martha Stewart Weddings magazines, drank wine, and it had been a blast.
As far as Esme, please. There’d been more tantrums during that engagement than at a day-care center during a full moon. Bloodlust and fury over things like flowers and seating arrangements and limos.
Even her own mother, who had weddings down to a science, got religious with details; Althea’s last bouquet had cost three thousand dollars—just the bouquet, which was made of rare lavender roses and vivid pink orchids flown in from South America, all wrapped in satin ribbons embroidered with Althea and Maury and studded with Swarovski crystals.