“About what?” Alix was getting lost. “You mean the bridesmaids?”
“Uh-uh.” She shook her head. “The wedding. It seems all she really wanted was a small wedding, and it was her mother who insisted on this huge affair that cost the earth. And her daddy. He wanted to show off his little girl.” Tammie Lee paused for another breath. “The funny part is that while her parents were arranging an extravagant event, Savannah and Charlie, her fiancé, flew to Vegas and got married.”
Alix gasped, and Tammie Lee broke into giggles. “I’d love to have been a fly on the wall when my aunt Dorothea got that phone call.”
Tammie Lee wrapped her arm around Alix’s. “Her daddy was fit to be tied. Her mama didn’t know what to do. Eventually they went ahead with the big reception, and I have to say it was absolutely lovely. Savannah and Charlie were there greeting their guests as husband and wife, and they were so happy. Oh, I get goose bumps just remembering the way they looked at each other. They were so much in love.”
“I know why she ran off to Vegas,” Alix muttered. “Everyone was taking control of her wedding.” And she couldn’t blame Tammie Lee’s cousin for eloping, either.
“Fortunately, no one was angry with Savannah for very long,” Tammie Lee went on. “Everyone knew her mother had ridden roughshod over her. Of course, it helped that Savannah had her first child exactly nine months after the wedding.”
“And they’re still happy and everything?” Alix asked.
“Oh, yes. Savannah’s had three children in the last five years and no one even remembers how her mother tried to take over her wedding.”
Alix nodded slowly. Much as she appreciated Jacqueline’s help, Jacqueline and Susan Turner had done exactly the same thing to her. It was as if her opinion no longer mattered and conferring with her was merely an afterthought. The wedding invitations were a good example. The order had been placed before Alix and Jordan had approved Jacqueline and Susan’s decision. Granted, that might be a formality at this stage, but Alix would’ve appreciated seeing their final choice.
Alix grinned at her friend. “Are you in the mood for one of those thick, juicy burgers we had the first time we went shopping?”
“You bet,” Tammie Lee said enthusiastically and they drove to a fast-food restaurant. Sitting across from her friend and wolfing down a cheeseburger, Alix suddenly understood the point Tammie Lee was trying to make.
“Do you think I should be saying something to Jacqueline and Susan Turner?” she asked anxiously.
“Well,” Tammie Lee drawled. “That’s up to you. Do you feel they’ve taken over your wedding? Like Savannah’s mama did?”
“Yes, they have and even though I don’t like it, I haven’t stopped it, either.” Being on good terms with Jordan’s mother was vital; arguing over the wedding could damage their future relationship. And Jacqueline and Reese had done so much for her already, how could she complain? Alix felt trapped, stuck in a quicksand of glittery invitations and unwieldy guest lists filled with strangers.
“Oh, Alix, I probably shouldn’t have said a word…. But I was thinking about Savannah and Charlie and how happy they were after they got back from their Vegas wedding. Oh,” she sighed. “I guess my mouth gets ahead of my brain sometimes. Jacqueline enjoys being part of this and she really believes she’s doing a good thing. She just can’t resist taking control. It’s the way she is.”
“I know.”
“She and Reese love you like a daughter.”
“I think the world of them, too.” Love wasn’t a word that came easily to her, but Alix did love the Donovans. They’d done more for her than her own parents even knew how to do.
Tammie Lee took a delicate sip of her Diet Coke before she spoke again. “As I said, Jacqueline can get a bit carried away and while her intentions might be the best, I’m not sure she always makes the right choices for you.”
“What now?” Alix asked wearily. “What did she do?”
Tammie Lee released a long breath. “You might want to check on your flower order,” she said in a low voice.
Alix nodded. She’d chosen white daisies for her wedding bouquet. Daisies appealed to her in their utter simplicity and unpretentiousness. But when she’d mentioned her choice to Jacqueline, her friend had cringed visibly and stated that roses were more traditional. The bridesmaids’ flowers had been discussed, too, and Jacqueline had overruled Alix’s preference there, as well. Alix had tried to insist, but apparently Jacqueline hadn’t been able to accept her decision, after all.
“Thanks for the heads-up,” Alix said. As soon as she could, she’d go to Susannah’s Garden and change the flower order back to white daisies.
An hour later, Alix met Jordan on the Seattle waterfront. He was standing near the ferry dock when she joined him for their afternoon date. Because of the wedding, neither of them had extra money for frivolous things like dinners out. A movie was a rare treat these days. Since the ferry was relatively cheap, they’d decided to ride it to Bremerton, where they’d explore the newly renovated waterfront.
“Hi,” Jordan said, greeting her with a fervent hug. They attracted a bit of attention. Alix was used to that. Jordan was clean-cut in crisp jeans and a shirt with a button-down collar and a light jacket. She hadn’t altered her own dress style and wore mostly jeans, black leather and of course her combat boots. The two of them looked about as different as it was possible for any two people to look. It never bothered her and apparently her fashion choices hadn’t distressed him, either.
They walked onto the ferry for the early-afternoon trip, moving inside when it began to rain. Jordan purchased them each a cup of coffee, which they drank gazing out at Seattle, rapidly disappearing into the foggy distance.
“How’d the fitting go?” Jordan asked. He put his coffee on the table in front of them and held her hand.
“All right, I guess.” Alix noticed a seagull flying outside the ferry window. She longed to tell Jordan how beautiful the dress was and how pretty she felt wearing it, but she didn’t. The thought of talking about this made her feel shy. Like a young, inexperienced girl—the virgin bride she wasn’t. Instead, she drew his attention to the seagull that was keeping pace with the ferry.
“Would you like to start moving your stuff over to my place?” Jordan asked a moment later. They’d decided his tiny apartment would be their first home.
The question surprised her. “It’s a little early, don’t you think?” The wedding was almost three months away. They had plenty of time to arrange all that. Besides, everything she owned could be transported in a single load. Well, maybe two.
Jordan stared down at their clasped hands. “I can hardly wait to be married to you.”