Wedding Vows: Just Married. Nancy Warren
“That’s interesting, but I’m still not wearing white.”
“That’s fine.”
She wondered if she really wanted to work with someone whose every sentence sounded like a barked order.
She glanced at Chelsea, wondering how she felt getting stuck with this woman for a sister-in-law. If she and David ever actually got married.
But she was surprised yet again when Chelsea said, “Sarah’s been my best friend since I moved here when I was fourteen.”
Sarah’s face softened completely when she smiled, Karen noted with relief, which it did now, in an impish grin. “You only hung out with me cause you had the hots for my big brother.”
“Not true.” She opened the takeout container and handed Karen a fork. “Not completely true. Go ahead and eat, I know you’re starving.”
“Yeah, please, don’t mind me,” Sarah said.
“I can’t take notes and eat at the same time,” Karen argued.
“Look, I don’t think you’re going to need a lot of notes. You probably won’t even agree to plan this crazy wedding.”
Once more she sent Chelsea a puzzled glance.
“Why wouldn’t I want to plan your wedding?”
Sarah assumed her irritated expression once more. “It was my boyfriend’s idea. He wants to recreate our first date.”
Now Karen understood the irritation. She was beginning to feel some herself.
“You two went skydiving?”
“No.”
“Hang gliding? Spelunking? Snorkeling? Some activity that took place underground, undersea or in the air?”
Sarah’s eyes grew round. “Undersea? Are you kidding me?”
“Nope. I’m planning a scuba wedding for next summer as we speak.”
“And don’t forget the circus wedding,” Chelsea reminded her. “I told you, Karen can do anything. She’s amazing.”
“Well, I never wanted a spectacle. I want to spend my life with the guy and that’s it. I must really love him to let him talk me into this.”
“Maybe you should tell us what it is?”
Sarah slapped her forehead with her open hand. A modest diamond twinkled on her ring finger. “I’m a serious person. Hardworking. A divorce lawyer. I have a certain reputation around town for toughness and smarts.” She put down her hand and stared at Karen. “If news of this gets around, I’ll be a laughingstock.” She glared.
But Karen was pretty tough, too, and also had a reputation to upkeep. She adopted Sarah’s drilling gaze. “Where did you have your first date?”
“I must have been insane,” she said, more to herself, Karen thought, than to anyone else in the room. “I must still be insane.”
From imagining feats of derring-do, her mind moved to seedier possibilities. If they’d done something sexually kinky or engaged in some illegal activity on their first date then she really didn’t want any part of it.
She was a little firmer this time when she asked, “There are some weddings I won’t plan. Where did he take you on your first date?”
As though admitting a terrible secret the woman said, “The zoo.”
Once again, Karen had to struggle not to laugh at her newest potential client. “The zoo? Here in Philadelphia?”
“Yes,” came the sulky reply. “Mike is this weird alternative guy. He adopted a zoo animal as part of their conservation program and he took me to the zoo on our first date to meet little Mikey.”
“I’m guessing this is an opposites-attract kind of relationship.”
“Oh, you’ve got that right. I’m a classic Type A.” Like Karen might not have figured that out yet. “Mike’s all Zen about everything. Doesn’t own a microwave, only has one clock in his house. He’s a high-school counselor and he teaches yoga.”
There was a beat of silence. “I’m guessing he’s great in bed,” Karen said before she could censor herself.
To her relief Sarah laughed, a husky, earthy laugh. “Oh, he is. It’s the only reason I put up with him.”
“Huh,” her old friend said. “What she means is, he’s the only guy who’s ever put up with her.”
That laugh came again. “True.”
“Well, I can tell you that a wedding at the zoo is easy to arrange, it’s a popular spot for weddings and if it means something to the two of you then you should do it.”
She took a shaky breath that Karen suspected was more about the idea of getting married at all than about the venue. “All right, then. Let’s do it.”
Karen began to take notes. “And I’m sure you know that Chelsea is the best caterer in town.”
“Totally.”
“And Laurel will do you an amazing cake.”
“I’m not having a cake with zoo animals on it,” she protested. “It’s bad enough getting married at the zoo without having a wedding cake that should be at a kids’ birthday party.”
“Laurel would never be so boring as to put a zoo animal on a cake. You can meet with her to discuss your needs.”
“No, no. You do it. Honestly, I want to leave everything in your hands.”
After that it was easy. Sarah was businesslike, knew how many people were coming, had chosen several possible dates in the summer and very clearly liked to delegate. To Karen, that made her close to a dream client.
“I am so excited,” Chelsea said at one point, her eyes shining with emotion.
The usually tough Sarah softened immediately. She leaned over to grip Chelsea’s hand. “Me, too. And when you and David get married, we won’t only be best friends. We’ll be sisters.”
Would they? Karen couldn’t help but wonder.
Chelsea seemed genuinely excited about seeing her best friend get married before she could drag the woman’s older brother to the altar.
Not for the first time, Karen wondered what was wrong with David to keep an amazing woman like Chelsea waiting.
He’d almost lost her once through his own stupidity. Karen was worried he was about to repeat his mistake.
Mistakes. There seemed to be a lot of those in the air.
Chelsea’s cell phone rang and, after checking the call display, she backed out of the room. “It’s Anton. I’d better get back. Come visit me when you’re done with Karen,” she said to Sarah, and with a wave she was gone.
It didn’t take long for Karen to extract all the information she needed for now. Then, on a hunch, she said, “Can I ask your professional opinion about something?”
“Sure. I can’t give free legal advice, but I can give you information if I’ve got it.”
The second Sarah had mentioned being a divorce lawyer, she’d felt the urge to ask her a couple of questions. But now she had the woman’s attention, she wasn’t sure how to begin. Finally, she plunged in.
“In your experience, how many men who cheat on their wives claim to be innocent?”
Sudden sympathy clouded the clear eyes. “Ninety-five percent. You can catch them with a naked woman in bed and their pants around their ankles and they’ll still say—” here she shook her index finger in Karen’s direction and lowered her voice “—I did not have sexual relations with