McKellan's Run by Nicole Hurley-Moore

Author:Nicole Hurley-Moore
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Allen & Unwin
Published: 2015-04-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Violet dropped Holly off at school before she hurried over to McKellan’s Run. The next lot of deliveries were arriving today; including the wrought-iron rostrum she’d hired for the ceremony. She could only hope and pray her measurements, which she’d double-checked a dozen times, were right and the rostrum would fit into Mac’s courtyard without the need to cut into the flowerbed.

Other than that, the eight oversized urns for the floral displays were arriving, along with several free-standing candelabras. The table, chairs and tableware would turn up closer to the actual wedding day.

The days and hours were slipping by at what seemed a breathtaking rate and Violet knew that her time was down to the wire.

The morning disappeared under a hoard of deliveries, trying to solve the mystery of a missing urn and three phone calls from Celine. It occurred to Violet that she was no longer counting the days to the wedding but rather to the day when she’d never have to see, speak, or listen to Celine ever again.

At first, when Sarah had roped her into helping with the wedding she’d thought her biggest problem would be seeing Jason again. She’d been completely and utterly wrong about that—the problem was Celine.

Mac’s house was a hive of activity. Sarah greeted her at the door with a wide smile.

‘Thank goodness you’re here. I was beginning to panic,’ she said with a nervous laugh.

‘You must never panic,’ said Violet. ‘Please leave me to do all the panicking.’

‘There’s been so many people coming and going, I wasn’t sure where everything was meant to go.’

‘Wherever you directed them will be fine,’ Violet said as she followed Sarah into the house.

Sarah pointed to the large boxes that were sitting in one corner of the great room. ‘I just told the men to put those there, the invoice is on the top box. And the rostrum crew are already assembling it in the courtyard.’

Violet looked through the French doors. Four men were busy putting the structure together and it wasn’t going to impinge on the flowerbed, thank goodness.

‘It’s going to look great! Now, let’s take a breath and put the kettle on,’ said Violet, putting her arms around Sarah. ‘Come on, relax. Everything is going to be fine.’

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