He handed her the scrapbook. “Matthew gave me this. I color-coded the photos so it made it easier to link the images together. The pictures showing the flowers Ashley likes have a yellow Post-it note on them.”
After looking at the first four pages, Becky frowned. “If Ashley is your brother’s fiancée, you must be Sean.” When he nodded, the confusion on her face disappeared. “It’s lovely to meet you. My sister, Molly, is in the Bridesmaids Club with your sister, Sally. I’ve helped with a few of the weddings they’ve organized.”
Small-town life suddenly got a whole lot smaller.
“Don’t worry,” Becky teased. “Sally hasn’t told us anything she shouldn’t.”
“I hope not.” Sean wasn’t sure if the blush on her cheeks had anything to do with him, but it made her eyes even bluer.
Becky’s gaze dropped to the scrapbook. As she looked at the pages, he hoped she saw something he didn’t. “These photos are lovely. How many guests are coming?”
“About seventy, but none of the invitations have been sent.”
“And the date?”
“July 16, but I have to confirm that with Pastor Steven. The wedding will be at the church. I need to find a barn for the reception.”
“You have a difficult job ahead of you.”
Before he’d met Becky, he would have said it was almost impossible. But there was a determination in her eyes that hadn’t been there before.
“Let me find the notes I made after I spoke to Ashley. From there we can create a plan that’s everything she wants.”
As she sat in front of her computer, he let go of the breath he was holding. At least Becky hadn’t told him he was crazy. Six weeks to organize Ashley and Matthew’s dream wedding was a big ask—especially when he didn’t know what he was doing.
After she finishedwork for the day, Becky drove to her sister’s house with Mary.
“Do you think Aunt Molly has baked some cupcakes?”
Becky glanced in the rearview mirror. Mary loved cupcakes, especially if they had lemon frosting. “I’m not sure. We’ll have to ask her when we arrive. How was school?”
“It was okay. Tommy was nice to me.”
“That’s good.”
“When we were doing art, he said he liked my picture of a rainbow.”
“What did he draw?”
Mary lifted her arms in the air. “A ginormous dinosaur with big, sharp teeth, and a tail that bangs into things. It was really scary.”
“It sounds like it. Here’s Aunt Molly and Uncle Jacob’s house.”
Mary’s smile was as wide as Becky’s. The large, two-story house was built with red bricks, thick wooden beams, and long walls of glass. With its incredible view of Emerald Lake, it was a stunning home.
Molly’s husband, Jacob, was a property developer. He’d bought the large parcel of land surrounding the lake a few years ago. After subdividing it into four lots, he’d sold three parcels to people who had become friends, and built a new house for himself and Molly after they were married.
Becky couldn’t imagine a more perfect place to call home. She loved her cottage but, if she had a choice, she’d prefer to live beside the lake.
As soon as she stopped the truck, Mary unclicked her seatbelt and threw open the door. She loved coming here and seeing the menagerie of animals Molly and Jacob had adopted from the animal shelter.
“I can see Aunt Molly,” Mary yelled excitedly as she ran up the front stairs.
Becky looked at the kitchen window and waved at her sister. Taking a box of salads off the front passenger seat, she followed Mary into the house.
It had been a busy day and she was looking forward to spending some family time with the people she loved.
“And we sawlots of birds flying over the lake,” Mary said excitedly as Becky placed the box of salads on the kitchen counter. “They were finding food for their babies.”
