t-shirts, while Luke had just returned from work still dressed in a business suit. Marv, Philomena and Gloria sat at the bar sipping their beverages and waiting for directions from Sloane. Suddenly, the front door barged open and three tall thin men walked through with amused looks on their faces.
“Finally!” Sloane said as she took in her brothers’ faces.
Philomena bounced off of her barstool and ran to her three sons and kissed each on the cheek.
“Ian… You look thin. Eat something… Andrew… Fix ya’self… Your tie is crooked! Oh, Trevor. You reak of cigarettes!”
“Hi, Mother…” they said in unison as they took her nagging complaints as a sign that she truly did love them.
“Now, let’s be clear. You’re father is not to know!”
“He probably already knows…”
“I’m not kidding, Ian!”
“Fine… Fine!”
Sloane peered at her brothers with an annoyed glare, “Can we begin or do we have to wipe schmutz off their faces, too?”
“I’m sorry, honey… They look a mess, though,” said Philomena as she began wiping down Andrew’s face.
“Mom… They are approaching fourty and they are lawyers. Get it together.”
Sloane’s brothers took their seats in the living room as Sloane continued to pace.
“Okay. Plane tickets are taken care of. Luke booked the site for the reception. We booked a block of hotel rooms so everyone has a place to stay for the weekend. We are dealing with the wardrobe stuff tonight. I still need to figure out the flowers and decorations…”
“Oh, I know just what to do!” announced Philomena as she stood from her barstool again. She waved her acrylic nails all around and her hands flew about as she talked.
“Imagine this, sugar plum… It’s Valentine’s Day! We can have pink and red crepe paper hanging from pew to pew, and hearts adorning the end of each aisle. Then up front we can have a beautiful arbor or a chuppah, with a lovely cupid hanging from it… Then…”
Holly tried to control her laughter as she watched Sloane’s face turn from annoyed to irate.
“If I see one bloody fat cupid, a single heart or a single piece of confetti, crete paper or any other such nonsense, I will scream!”
“I just thought since it was Valentine’s Day!”
“Absolutely not! This is my wedding, not a circus!”
“Okay, where was I?”
Gloria spoke up, “Sloane, I used to handle the décor for the weddings at Le Blanc. Why don’t you let Holly and I handle the decorations?”
Sloane looked at Gloria with a strained look. It was hard for her to relinquish control.
“Yes…. I think that will work well. Holly knows my style.”
“As for flowers I think white and pink English tea roses will do well.”
“What am I missing?” Sloane asked as a million thoughts bounced in her head at once.
“This weekend,” reminded Luke.
“Oh, right! How could I forget?!”
“This weekend we have pre-wedding events planned. All the guys…” Sloane began.
“We have a conference in Vegas this weekend…” reminded Ian, speaking for himself and his brothers.
“Yeah, fine…. Let me rephrase. Luke, Brant, Marv and my father will be heading up the mountains to Luke’s cabin for a bit of male bonding.”
“I hope we survive the weekend with your Dad,” Luke said.
“You’re taking him to the wilderness?!” Philomena shouted as she began laughing.
“He can’t go anywhere without his gadgets!”
“There’s electricity. Just no phone signal,” Luke laughed.
“Okay, moving on…” said Sloane continuing down her list. “All the ladies will be joining me in AC for a night of gambling, dancing and fun. The next day, I have a spa day planned for us at Moet Spa, so be prepared to be pampered!”
“It sure looks like you have all your wedding stuff in order, then…” said Brant looking pleased.
“Well, we still have to go shopping, but we’re in good condition. There is just one thing that has my heart in a fine frenzy.”
“What is