SOS Marry Me!. Melissa Mcclone
smile, she gave the best hugs this side of the Mason-Dixon line. “That’s sweet of you to offer. We do need a little positive publicity after the Vandiver wedding cancellation fiasco, and the show’s sponsors would be delighted to have one of the country’s up-and-coming wedding dress designers fill in at the last moment.”
This was going to work. Satisfaction filled Serena.
“But you usually avoid bridal shows,” Belle continued. “Are you sure about this with all you have going on?”
“I’m sure,” Serena answered, hoping to sound willing but not desperate. “Besides, there really isn’t anyone else.”
Belle drummed her French-manicured nails on the mahogany table. “That’s true. We all seem to have an extra serving or two on our plates.”
“Well, whoever goes to Seattle—” Callie Underwood, florist extraordinaire, brushed a lock of dark blond hair off her face “—I want them to take my wedding gown to the show.”
The other women gasped.
“You’re getting married in just a few weeks,” Belle said.
“November 22 to be exact, as Jared keeps reminding me, but we need to show brides that The Wedding Belles is still one of the premier wedding planning companies in the country, if not the world,” Callie explained. “That means showing off what we do best, everything from Natalie’s delicious cakes to Serena’s stunning designs. Serena’s entire spring line is beautiful, but my custom gown is her latest and most exquisite creation.”
“But it’s your wedding dress,” Serena said. “I made it to fit you, not some size zero model. Anyway, I wouldn’t want to risk getting makeup or runway stains on the silk.”
“That doesn’t mean you couldn’t display the gown on a mannequin in the booth.”
“What if something happens to the dress?” Regina O’Ryan, a gifted photographer, asked.
“Nothing will happen to it.” Callie winked across the table. “Isn’t that right, Serena?”
“Not if I’m the one who goes to Seattle.” Serena appreciated her friend’s vote of confidence. She wouldn’t let Callie down. “I’ll make sure the dress comes back.”
“Seattle is on the other side of the country.” Regina, her brown eyes as bright as the flash on her ever-present camera, leaned toward her. “Did you and Rupert have plans for that weekend?”
Serena gritted her teeth at the mention of her boyfriend’s—make that ex-boyfriend’s—name, but her smile remained steadfast. “He’s been traveling a lot himself. He won’t mind.”
At all.
She hadn’t spoken to him in months. Not since he’d dumped her in April after The Wedding Belles’ assistant, Julie Montgomery, had announced her engagement to Matt McLachlan. Serena still hadn’t figured out how to tell people.
Things like this didn’t happen to her. Serena lived a charmed life. She was used to getting what she wanted. She’d wanted to get married and start a family. She’d thought she’d found the right guy except that she’d been too focused on the end result to realize he hadn’t been so right after all.
“We don’t have any plans,” she added.
“You got the last good man, Serena,” Natalie Thompson, a young widow with mischievous eight-year-old twin girls, said. The petite blonde sighed. “After Julie, Callie and Regina. Pretty soon, we’ll have another Belle’s wedding to plan. I can already guess the cake you’ll want. Chocolate with orange-flavored fudge filling.”
The baker, who called herself a cake fairy, brought in slices for the Belles to try every time she made samples for brides to taste. That Natalie remembered her favorite flavor touched Serena.
“And I know the flowers.” Callie’s green eyes twinkled like the white mini decorator lights she used with yards of tulle and garlands of blossoms. “White dendrobium orchids, green roses, green cymbidium orchids and white and green parrot tulips.”
White and green. One of Serena’s favorite color combinations. She shouldn’t be surprised. Callie knew her tastes so well.
A cake. Flowers. Serena’s friends had her perfect wedding figured out. The only thing missing was…the groom.
A weight pressed down on the center of her chest. She thought of the nearly completed wedding dress hanging in her hall closet. Okay, she had been foolish, tempting fate by starting on the gown before she had a ring. But who could blame her?
Her relationship with Rupert Collier had proceeded right on schedule. They’d dated a year, met and liked each other’s families and talked about the future, about creating a family together, which was what Serena wanted most of all. Becoming engaged had been the next obvious step. She’d started work on her wedding dress because she’d wanted time to get every stitch and every detail exactly right. She’d chosen the fabrics and design with the same care with which she’d chosen Rupert Collier. Not only smart, gorgeous and rich, but also ideal husband and father material. Everything she’d been looking for in a man, everything her friends expected her boyfriend to be, everything her parents wanted her to marry.
Until, impatient for a ring after dating exclusively for so long, she’d brought up the M-word. Marriage. And suddenly her perfect boyfriend wasn’t ready for a serious relationship. He’d accused her of being too selfish and too self-reliant to make a permanent commitment. Oh he’d wanted to keep seeing her, she remembered bitterly. They looked good together and his boss liked her. But he’d wanted to take a serious step backward in the commitment department. Maybe, he’d suggested, they should start dating other people, too. Serena had said no, thinking he only needed a push to get their relationship back on track. Rupert had said goodbye. Proving once again that if she didn’t do what others wanted, she wouldn’t get what she wanted.
His parting words had stung.
You don’t need me, Serena. You don’t need anyone.
In the months since, she’d come to realize he was right. They were better off without each other. She didn’t need him. She hadn’t loved him the way a woman should love the man she wanted to marry. She hadn’t wanted him as much as she liked how he’d fit into her plans. So much for her perfect dress. Her perfect groom. Her perfect life.
She forced herself to breathe. A setback, yes. A total failure, no. Serena James didn’t fail.
Regina grinned, as if she’d found the perfect Kodak moment to capture with her camera. “Rupert will have to adjust his travel schedule once you get married.”
Serena’s stomach roiled. Her temples throbbed. She hated keeping secrets from the women she cared most about in the world, women who were more like family than coworkers, but what else was she supposed to do?
Julie had been thrilled about getting engaged. The other Belles were excited to be giving her a dream wedding. Serena couldn’t let her bad news affect everyone else’s joy. When Callie had fallen in love with Jared, Serena hadn’t wanted her breakup to take anything away from the couple’s happiness. And after Regina and Dell’s marriage had become a love match, Serena couldn’t find the right time to tell everyone she’d been dumped.
Now wasn’t the right time, either.
Natalie and Audra Green, the company’s accountant, were down on men. Telling them the truth about what had happened would only reaffirm their belief that Mr. Right didn’t exist. Serena wouldn’t do that to her friends. They’d already faced too much disappointment and heartache.
Besides, her friends expected more from her. Everyone did. Serena worked hard on her polished image, kept a positive attitude and was always there in a pinch. People counted on her. They expected her to find Mr. Right.
That was exactly what she intended to do—find someone to give her the perfect love, family and life she dreamed about. Just because she’d been wrong about