The Wedding Invite (Lakeview) (Lakeview Contemporary Romance Book 6)
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The Wedding Invite
A Lakeview Novel
Melissa Hill
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Epilogue
Please Forgive Me
Chapter One
Chapter Two
About the Author
Also by Melissa Hill
First published in Ireland as ‘Not What You Think’
by Poolbeg Press 2004.
Copyright © Melissa Hill 2004
The right of Melissa Hill to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author. You must not circulate this book in any format.
All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
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April
Chloe Fallon knew she should be concentrating on her driving, but she couldn’t help it. She just couldn’t look away. There it was glistening attractively in the afternoon sunshine, newly polished and extraordinary, adorning the third finger of her left hand. Was there anything in the whole wide world more exhilarating than an engagement ring – your own engagement ring?
She didn’t think so.
“So what do you think I should wear on Sunday?” her best friend asked.
Lynne had been chattering down the phone about her latest shopping trip for the last twenty minutes. Chloe loved a good natter about what to wear as much as the next girl, but she just wasn’t in the right frame of mind for discussing the merits of see-through strap bras as opposed to strapless ones – not today. She was just too excited.
“Lynne I really have to hang up – there’s a patrol car ahead,” she said, deciding she’d better pay more attention to the road.
“Oh OK.” The other girl sounded disappointed. “I suppose I’ll see you at Alison’s barbecue – you and Dan are going?”
“Should be,” Chloe replied. “I’ll talk to you later – wish me luck!”
After they had said their goodbyes, she hung up and tossed her mobile onto the passenger seat. Of course she and Dan would be at the barbecue on Sunday. Chloe had picked up an amazing beaded top to go with her cropped white trousers especially for the occasion and she would be damned if she was going to miss the opportunity to show it off.
She shivered with excitement as she approached the pretty little tourist town of Lakeview, about twenty minutes drive from Dublin. It was a shame that Dan couldn’t come with her today but he had simply laughed when she suggested that he take the morning off to drive down with her.
Sometimes Dan didn’t understand how much all of this meant to her.
Chloe weaved through the busy main street – she hadn’t expected the place to be so thronged. The popular tourist village – centred round a broad oxbow lake from which it took its name – was very charming certainly. The lake itself, surrounded by low-hanging beech and willow trees, wound its way around the centre and a small humpback stone bridge joined all sides of the township together.
But it was the cobbled streets and ornate lanterns on Main Street, as well as the beautiful one-hundred-year-old artisan cottages decorated with hanging floral baskets that were the true attraction here. Because of its picturesque beauty, the village had long ago been designated heritage status by the Irish Tourist Board, so the chocolate-box look and feel of the place was intentionally well preserved.
And the main reason that there were so many tourists clogging up the roads, Chloe thought impatiently.
Attempting to negotiate a narrow stretch of road between cars parked on each side of the street, she was horrified to find that not only had she clipped her own wing mirror but her Rav4 had actually shattered the mirror of the Astra parked on her right.
Yikes! Heart pounding, she sped on as if nothing had happened. There was no one in the car, and she didn’t think anyone had seen her, so if she could get away with it …
Anyway it was the driver’s fault for parking on double yellow lines, she reasurred herself. What else could he expect? She was no Michael Shumacher after all. And she was in a hurry – and just didn’t have time to wait around and discuss broken mirrors. She could always pop back later and leave a note and her mobile number on the windscreen or something. Maybe. Oh dear, why did this have to happen today – and a broken mirror of all things.
If Lynne were here, no doubt she’d start going on about seven years’ bad luck and all that. Her friend was unbelievably superstitious and on an important day like today, Chloe did not want to even think about the possibility of bad luck.
Finally finding a space just off the main street near the recreational park alongside the lake, she removed her sunglasses and checked her reflection in the rear-view mirror. She applied a fresh coat of Mac ‘Siss’ lipstick and touched up her foundation. Eventually pleased with what she saw, she got out and locked her jeep, but couldn’t help checking her reflection once more in the driver’s window. Using her sunglasses to tuck her blonde bob behind her ears, she straightened her skirt and began walking purposefully
down the street. She smiled when a gang of teenagers loitering outside an attractive café on the corner wolf-whistled as she passed them by. Probably admiring her long legs. Well, Chloe thought with a self-satisfied grin, they were worth admiring.
Minutes later she pushed open the door of Amazing Days Design and walked directly to the sales counter.
“Hello I’m looking for Debbie, please. I spoke with her on the telephone yesterday,” she said in a business-like tone.
The teenage sales assistant regarded her with a bored look. “She’s in Ella’s,” she said rudely without looking up from her magazine.
Hardly a good first impression in a place like this, Chloe thought. “Ella’s?” she repeated quizzically.
“The Heartbreak Café next door,” the girl replied as if Chloe should recognise what was obviously a local haunt. “On her lunch.”
“Oh. Well, I’m sure you can help me then,” she said impatiently. “I’m here to see some designs –”
“Hello there!” The aforementioned Debbie piped up from the doorway, apparently back from her lunch break. “Sorry to keep you waiting, but I didn’t think you’d be here until two.”
Chloe said nothing. According to her watch it was just two. Still, she supposed she’d better not be too uptight. “I’m just dying to see them,” she said with as much cordiality as she could muster, while secretly hoping the place didn’t apply this laissez-faire attitude to every aspect of their business.
Debbie smiled. “Well I came up with a few designs that might be suitable. Come in back and I’ll show them to you.”
Chloe eagerly followed her towards the rear of the store.
“You said on the phone that a friend recommended me?” Debbie probed.
“Alison Caffrey – well, she’s Alison Kelly now,” Chloe explained. “Everyone was raving about her invites and when I began planning my own wedding I asked her for your details.” It had absolutely killed Chloe to have to ask stuck-up Alison for the Amazing Days Design number, but if she and Dan wanted the best she had to bite the bullet.
“Ah yes, Alison,” Debbie recalled. “She chose the gold-inscribed linen, if I remember correctly. But you said you were looking for something a little less traditional?”
Chloe nodded. Actually something completely unlike Alison’s. She couldn’t have people suggest that she was stealing her friend’s idea. Not in a million years. These designs had better be good and hopefully the drive down here to the back of beyond wouldn’t be a complete waste of time.
“Well take a look at these and see what you think,” Debbie said pleasantly. “I used the details you gave me on the phone, and came up with a few personalised samples.”
Chloe gasped when she saw the assortment of cards on the table.
“Wow, these are gorgeous,” she exclaimed, examining a white hammer-effect card with a picture of a cute smiling flowerpot ‘couple’ on the front, and tied with a scarlet ribbon – the colour of Chloe’s bridesmaids’ dresses. It was pretty but perhaps a little tacky too – she had been hoping for something a bit classier. Then a second card caught her eye: this one plain white with embossed silver stained-glass-effect border, and elevated silver hearts in the centre.
She opened the second card, and felt her heart leap with pride as there, inscribed in silver foil were the words she had been waiting to see:
Mr John & Mrs Rita Fallon,
Request the pleasure of the company of………………….,
On the occasion of the marriage of their daughter
Chloe Maria,
to
Mr Daniel Ignatius Hunt
at St Anthony’s Church,
Donnybrook,
On Friday, September 25th
and afterwards at the reception in
The Four Seasons Hotel, Ballsbridge, Dublin 4
“Oh, they’re really beautiful!” she exclaimed, putting a hand to her mouth.
She was getting married. She was really getting married. Chloe had been dreaming about her own wedding for most of her twenty-eight years, yet she didn’t think that it had really hit her, not until then – not until she’d seen the words written down.
Of course she’d done all the other things – reserved the Sharon Hoey dress, ordered the flowers, booked the hotel – but the dress was just a design, it wasn’t yet hers, and the flowers were just a ‘concept’ in the florist’s artistic little head. But here now, Chloe was holding in her hand tangible evidence of her forthcoming wedding, and she didn’t think she had ever felt so exhilarated in her entire life.
“Are you alright?” she heard Debbie ask kindly.
Chloe turned to her, blinking back tears.
“You know it’s lovely to see a reaction like yours,” Debbie continued, when Chloe didn’t respond. “I’ve always thought that the wedding invite should be chosen with as much if not more thought as the wedding dress. After all, the invites herald the entire showpiece. Your guests get to see those before they get to see the dress, the flowers and the rest of it.”
“Ah – I’m just being silly,” Chloe said, collecting herself. She really shouldn’t have let Debbie see her react like that. Now the woman would probably charge them a fortune.
“It’s alright, dear,” Debbie said, obviously mistaking Chloe’s change of expression for embarrassment. “You don’t need to explain anything to me. Now do you want a cuppa while you pick the design you want, or will I just leave you to it?”
“I think the design chose me,” Chloe said, unable to let go of the silver-embossed card she grasped in her left hand.
“You’re sure? You don’t need to OK it with Himself or anything?”
“No, it’s my decision and he’ll be happy to go along with my choice. Anyway,” Chloe added dismissively, “you know what men are like.”
How dare the woman undermine her relationship. As if she would have to ‘OK’ it with anyone.
“I do indeed,” Debbie agreed seemingly unaware of her customer’s affronted feelings, “but you’d be surprised. I had a couple in here last weekend and your man was calling all the shots and wouldn’t let the girlfriend get a word in edgeways. I tell you, he was one of the fussiest divils I’ve ever come across, enquiring about the origins of the paper we use, and the environmentally friendliness of the ink and all that. And the same fella was wearing a leather jacket. The misfortunate wife-to-be was mortified by the time they left the place.”
How unprofessional. In Chloe’s eyes, the customer was always right, and she wasn’t too impressed to hear Debbie gossiping merrily about one Amazing Days Design client to another. Idle chitchat was no doubt a way of life down here in the country. Chloe would have preferred to employ a wedding-stationery designer from Dublin, but nothing in the city had come close to Amazing Days. Such unprofessional conduct was obviously the price you had to pay for dealing with a company in the sticks.
She chuckled inwardly. Dan would murder her if she said something like that in front of him. Her fiance had been born and bred in Longford and was proud of it. Still well-educated as he was, his culchie roots didn’t show and to Chloe that was the main thing.
Not that Mr & Mrs Hunt were farmers or anything like that – nothing of the sort actually. Although semi-retired, Dan’s father owned a construction company and Mrs Hunt had ‘supported him’ throughout his working years.
Something Chloe wouldn’t mind doing for Dan once they got married. She hated her job as legal secretary to one of her father’s partners in his solicitor’s practice. Although she supposed there were some perks. Like taking time off on a Friday afternoon to choose wedding invites, for example.
Chloe sighed as she studied the invite. She wouldn’t mind Dan getting just a teeny bit more involved in the wedding plans, but it wasn’t really his thing. Anyway, he was just too busy – especially at this time of the year. Most of the companies on the books of O’Leary & Hunt Chartered Certified Accountants had their accounts year-end in March, which meant that by the middle of April Dan was up t
o his eyes preparing profit and loss accounts and balance sheets. She could hardly expect him to traipse around after her at the weekends, or take afternoons off just to choose their wedding stationery.
“Embossed Silver Hearts it is then,” Debbie said, writing the details in her order book, which Chloe noted seemed to be full of clients. She wasn’t surprised. The Lakeview company had really created a name for itself, and it wasn’t difficult to see why.
It was a pity though that so many people seemed to have heard of them. Would Amazing Days Design invites be two-a-penny by the time their wedding came around, and would everyone poke fun at Chloe’s lack of originality?
“The wedding is when – September?” Debbie said, a pen in her mouth. “And you said you want matching place-cards and evening invites too?”
Chloe nodded.
“OK,” she said, studying the order book, “I should have them ready for about the first week in July – how does that sound?”
“I’d actually prefer earlier,” Chloe said quickly. “We’ll need them well before then.”
First week in July indeed. That was four months away – how long did it take to run off a few invites?
Debbie looked apologetic. “The card you’ve chosen is one of our newer designs for this year and unfortunately, stock for the full set won’t be available until early June. And I’ll need a few weeks from then to work on the inscriptions.”
“Of course.” Well at least now Chloe knew that her chosen design would be original.
“And because you’re ordering so far ahead,” Debbie went on, “I would always suggest that my customers leave it as close as they can to the wedding itself before deciding on final particulars, just in case anything needs to be changed in the meantime.”
Chloe couldn’t help feeling affronted. “What would I need to change, for goodness sake?”
Debbie spoke kindly. “Well, I’m just speaking from experience, Ms Fallon.You just never know. If anyone is ill, or things don’t go according to plan, or perhaps the date needs changing –”
“Look, can we have them in June or not? If not I’ll have to go somewhere else.” Debbie looked taken aback. “Alright then, I’ll do my best.”