half and she asked me to be her maid-of-honor.”
“Well, that is an honor, isn’t it? Wasn’t she the one who received the letters from the soldier?”
Mary nodded. “You’ve been reading my files,” she said.
“Aye, you’ve some amazing cases there.”
“Some more gratifying than others. It’s so wonderful that Linda and Bob will finally be together.”
“True loves conquers all?” Ian asked.
“With a little help it does,” Mary said, smiling at Ian. “Although even with help, it’s not easy.”
“Aye, I agree with you on that,” he said. “So, is Linda’s mother coming with you?”
Shaking her head, Mary gathered the measuring cups and spoons and put them in the sink. “No,” she replied. “Linda mentioned that her mother had her hands full with dealing with her father.”
“Dealing with her father, strange comment, that,” he said.
“I agree. I can’t imagine my mother not being involved with my wedding.”
“ Aye, and speaking of which, what can I do to help you with the arrangements for your own wedding?”
A bright smile spread over her face. “You’ll stay then?” she asked. “You’ll stay until June?”
“Now how could I leave without seeing the marriage of two of my newest and best friends?” he asked. “I’ll stay and see if Gillian can come over to meet you.”
She threw her arms around him. “Thank you, Ian,” she said.
He hugged her back. “Of course, this does mean you have to have haggis on the menu,” he teased. “It’s customary at a wedding.”
Stepping back, she laughed and picked up a sponge to wipe the counters. “Actually, I’m thinking we might be having Girl Scout Cookies at the wedding.”
“Well, our Maggie was floating a few inches off the ground when she went to school this morning,” he said, pouring dish soap into the sink and adding hot water. “I do believe she has Mary Margaret Kelly soundly trounced.”
“You’re a good man, Ian MacDougal,” Mary said.
He winked at her. “Aye, and don’t you forget it.”
Chapter Twenty
“Now girls, since this will be my sixth wedding, you really have to acknowledge that I am the expert,” Rosie said as they strolled down the main aisle at the mall.
“Six weddings?” Linda asked. “Why didn’t they last?”
“Oh, well, they did,” Rosie said. “But, God rest their souls, I was just too much to handle.”
And since Mary had never seen a ghost following Rosie, she silently admitted they all must have died happy.
“So, Rosie, what do you suggest for a small intimate wedding?” Mary asked.
They passed the lingerie shop and Rosie glanced in that direction.
“Not that intimate,” Linda said quickly, blushing.
“Oh, well, how about a dressy suit,” she suggested. “Something in ivory that’s feminine, but not fussy. And perhaps a pillbox hat with a little veil.”
“That sounds perfect,” Linda acknowledged, “but where are we going to find something like that?”
“Oh, I know just the place,” Rosie replied with a smile.
Two hours later, their arms filled with their purchases, the three women headed to a restaurant to get something to eat and rest their feet.
“Thank you, Rosie,” Linda said. “You really did know exactly what I needed.”
Rosie smiled. “Oh, well, when you have as much experience as I do…”
They were seated quickly and the waitress took their orders.
“So, tell me about your wedding,” Rosie said to Linda. “What are you planning?”
Linda shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “There’s still so much to do and I’m sure I’m leaving out a million details. I have a church and now I have my dress.”
She smiled at Mary. “I have my maid of honor.”
“And I have my dress,” Mary added.
“So, I guess the important things are done,” Linda said.
“What about your invitations, your cake, your flowers, your music, your reception…” Rosie started to list things off.
Linda shook her head. “I don’t know,”
“Well, that is an honor, isn’t it? Wasn’t she the one who received the letters from the soldier?”
Mary nodded. “You’ve been reading my files,” she said.
“Aye, you’ve some amazing cases there.”
“Some more gratifying than others. It’s so wonderful that Linda and Bob will finally be together.”
“True loves conquers all?” Ian asked.
“With a little help it does,” Mary said, smiling at Ian. “Although even with help, it’s not easy.”
“Aye, I agree with you on that,” he said. “So, is Linda’s mother coming with you?”
Shaking her head, Mary gathered the measuring cups and spoons and put them in the sink. “No,” she replied. “Linda mentioned that her mother had her hands full with dealing with her father.”
“Dealing with her father, strange comment, that,” he said.
“I agree. I can’t imagine my mother not being involved with my wedding.”
“ Aye, and speaking of which, what can I do to help you with the arrangements for your own wedding?”
A bright smile spread over her face. “You’ll stay then?” she asked. “You’ll stay until June?”
“Now how could I leave without seeing the marriage of two of my newest and best friends?” he asked. “I’ll stay and see if Gillian can come over to meet you.”
She threw her arms around him. “Thank you, Ian,” she said.
He hugged her back. “Of course, this does mean you have to have haggis on the menu,” he teased. “It’s customary at a wedding.”
Stepping back, she laughed and picked up a sponge to wipe the counters. “Actually, I’m thinking we might be having Girl Scout Cookies at the wedding.”
“Well, our Maggie was floating a few inches off the ground when she went to school this morning,” he said, pouring dish soap into the sink and adding hot water. “I do believe she has Mary Margaret Kelly soundly trounced.”
“You’re a good man, Ian MacDougal,” Mary said.
He winked at her. “Aye, and don’t you forget it.”
Chapter Twenty
“Now girls, since this will be my sixth wedding, you really have to acknowledge that I am the expert,” Rosie said as they strolled down the main aisle at the mall.
“Six weddings?” Linda asked. “Why didn’t they last?”
“Oh, well, they did,” Rosie said. “But, God rest their souls, I was just too much to handle.”
And since Mary had never seen a ghost following Rosie, she silently admitted they all must have died happy.
“So, Rosie, what do you suggest for a small intimate wedding?” Mary asked.
They passed the lingerie shop and Rosie glanced in that direction.
“Not that intimate,” Linda said quickly, blushing.
“Oh, well, how about a dressy suit,” she suggested. “Something in ivory that’s feminine, but not fussy. And perhaps a pillbox hat with a little veil.”
“That sounds perfect,” Linda acknowledged, “but where are we going to find something like that?”
“Oh, I know just the place,” Rosie replied with a smile.
Two hours later, their arms filled with their purchases, the three women headed to a restaurant to get something to eat and rest their feet.
“Thank you, Rosie,” Linda said. “You really did know exactly what I needed.”
Rosie smiled. “Oh, well, when you have as much experience as I do…”
They were seated quickly and the waitress took their orders.
“So, tell me about your wedding,” Rosie said to Linda. “What are you planning?”
Linda shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “There’s still so much to do and I’m sure I’m leaving out a million details. I have a church and now I have my dress.”
She smiled at Mary. “I have my maid of honor.”
“And I have my dress,” Mary added.
“So, I guess the important things are done,” Linda said.
“What about your invitations, your cake, your flowers, your music, your reception…” Rosie started to list things off.
Linda shook her head. “I don’t know,”
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