Magick & Magnolias by Ellen Dugan

Author:Ellen Dugan [Dugan, Ellen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781790638994
Google: OHMSwAEACAAJ
Amazon: B07KVPCN39
Goodreads: 42958768
Publisher: Garden Witch Press
Published: 2018-12-17T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

To my infinite relief the schedule for the day of the wedding went like clockwork. All my careful preparation had more than paid off. The weather cooperated, and the day had dawned with white puffy clouds floating across the sky and mild temperatures in the seventies.

A huge, white event tent sprawled across the lush emerald green grass of the reserved section of the park. The reception tables were dressed, and huge paper globes hung from the interior of the tent in an assortment of sherbet colors. The floral centerpieces popped against snowy linen and were in a variety of rustic containers. From old watering cans to blue glass jars and ceramic pitchers, the décor was a little boho, absolutely enchanting, and magazine photo shoot worthy.

Rows of rental chairs were arranged along either side of a paver pathway in the gardens of the park, and satin ribbons in a rainbow of colors were attached to the back of each chair. At the end of the path, a curved arbor stood before a large garden filled with perennials. The arbor had been expertly decorated by Violet and her mother, Cora, with lush greenery and fresh flowers in a kaleidoscope of colors.

The pre-ceremony photography was done and the guests were arriving. I’d been surprised to discover I’d been sentimental witnessing the first look photos for the bride and groom. I did remember to mention to the photographer about the men’s socks…and as I figured, she’d snapped a hilarious picture of all the groomsmen sitting on a stone wall in the park with their rainbow of different colored socks showing.

Now, the string quartet was playing as the last of the guests took their seats. I checked my watch, the bride and groom were scheduled to exchange their handfasting vows in less than five minutes. I took one final peek at the guests and checked on Willow. She was happily sitting in the front row on the groom’s side with Thomas and the Vasquez family. She turned, saw me, and gave a happy wave.

I went to the wedding party, who’d been tucked out of sight in the back of the reception tent, to direct the groom and his men to take their places. “It’s time, y’all,” I said.

Duncan gave Autumn a light kiss. “See you out there,” he said, and went to join the groomsmen.

While the event staff did the finishing touches and lit the candles on the reception tables, I sent the bridesmaids down the garden path in order, straightening hems, flowers, or hair, as the case may be.

First, Candice in her pink chiffon dress went down the aisle. Violet in the lilac gown followed. The bouquets she’d crafted for the bridesmaids were a mass of spring flowers: blue hydrangeas, soft purple roses, yellow carnations, pale pink peonies and the soft silvery-green foliage of dusty miller added a bit of shimmer. Each bouquet had a coordinating satin colored ribbon to match the attendant’s specific dress.

I smoothed a long cable of Holly’s strawberry-blonde hair back from her face.

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