She nodded. “That’s why I take my job so seriously. Every bride deserves to feel like a princess and every groom, a prince. The least I can do is give the couple a day to remember, a day to hold close to their hearts after things sour.”
“Is that why you keep a scrapbook of your clients’ divorces? Not one showing the successful marriages filled with pictures of babies and children that come from the ones that work?”
A mixture of embarrassment and anger washed over her, yet she contained her temper. Like it or not, Will was a client. And as she’d learned from her parents, blowing up over something that couldn’t be changed never solved anything. She shrugged, but the last thing she felt was indifference. No one had ever seen her scrapbooks. Until that moment, she’d forgotten she’d put them in the ottoman instead of their usual hiding place. “Not many of the marriages I coordinate last.”
“No doubt because of your ‘Wedding Consultant to the Stars’ moniker.” Sarcasm laced his voice. “You haven’t seen what real marriages are about, how good, how strong they can be.”
“Is that how you feel about your marriage?”
“Yes.”
She’d seen too many failed marriages to believe the Addisons had the market cornered on happy ones. “You think you found your soulmate?”
“I have no doubt.”
Kelsey heard the conviction in his voice. Such a romantic. She couldn’t ignore her curiosity about his wife, the woman who’d captured Will Addison’s heart. “How did you know she was the ‘one’?”
He got a faraway look in his eyes. “It happened the day I met her.”
Love at first sight? Talk about a fairy tale. This she had to hear. “How did you meet?”
Will glanced out the window at the red-streaked sky. The sun was setting slowly. “It was Sadie Hawkins day. I was in sixth grade. All the boys tied their names on their belt loops, and the girls chased us. If a girl managed to get your name, you were hers for the day.”
Wow. He and his wife had been childhood sweethearts and were still together after all this time. Kelsey found that hard to believe. “Sounds…fun.”
“For the girls ,maybe,” he admitted with a soft smile. “Sara, my wife, was new to the school. I’d never really paid much attention to her before because she was so shy and quiet.” His voice trailed off.
“Go on.”
He hesitated. “Sometime during the chase, one of the girls pushed her. Sara fell. Her knee was bloody, and she was crying. I went over to help her up.”
“Don’t tell me she grabbed your name tag?”
He nodded.
“And that’s how you knew?”
He moistened his lips. “Sara held on to my name, and she smiled, a wide grin with a mouthful of braces, and I knew.”
“Knew what?”
“That one day I would marry her.” He glanced away. “And I did. Two days after I graduated from college. That was ten years ago.”
“You were young.”
“I wish I’d married her sooner.”
“That’s sweet.” Saccharine, even. How could he feel that way after ten years? Longer if one counted how long they’d been together. Maybe he’d gotten lucky, like his parents and grandparents.
His eyes glimmered. Tears?
Kelsey found that almost as hard to believe as being married forever. Maybe he wore contacts and had a piece of grit in one of his eyes. That would explain it.
“I’m looking forward to meeting her,” Kelsey said to break the silence.
“You can’t meet her.” The green of Will’s eyes darkened, and his lips tightened. “Sara…passed away. She was killed in a car crash eight years ago.”
CHAPTER FIVE
