At the River’s Edge The Chesapeake Diaries (22 page)

“Well, it may be small but it’s lovely. Simple but charming. I love the flowers growing in those big urns at the altar.”

“Those were Lucy’s idea. Spray paint the urns black and fill them with bulbs that would bloom in time for the wedding. She’s ridiculously clever when it comes to things like that.”

“And the flowering branches—the cherry and peach and pears—in those tall galvanized steel containers at either side of the entrance to the church … gorgeous. Who would think of something like that?”

“Lucy would. You know that she’s a very well-known event planner, right?”

“Grace’s daughter, yes. I met her when I arrived at the inn. Clay’s wife.”

“Right.”

The string quartet that was set up at the side of the
altar began to play, and all heads turned to the back of the church where Clay began to walk his mother, Hannah Madison, down the aisle. Next came Dallas MacGregor in a sleeveless black silk sheath with a low drapey neckline and a huge bouquet of mixed pink flowers of every hue.

“Not sure I like the idea of black on the matron of honor.” Olivia nodded in Dallas’s direction. “I was afraid it would look more like a funeral than a wedding when I first heard what she was wearing, but I must say, she certainly can carry it off.”

“Dallas can carry off anything. That figure and that platinum hair … she always looks stunning. Even when you see her in the grocery store.”

“She does her own grocery shopping?”

“Of course. This is St. Dennis, not Beverly Hills. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if she did it herself when she lived in California. She’s pretty down to earth from what I can tell.”

“Oh, look at Brooke!” Olivia wiped away a sudden tear. “Did you ever …?”

On the arm of her brother, Clay, Brooke started down the aisle, the layers of her pink chiffon skirt flowing around her like billowing waves. She carried an all-white bouquet of roses, tulips, baby’s breath, orchids, and ranunculus, and wore a tiny pink birdcage veil.

“That’s so totally Brooke.” Sophie grinned. “So girly and feminine and chic and, well, totally herself.”

The bride passed their pew, and as Sophie began to turn toward the front of the church, her eyes met Jason’s across the aisle. He winked. Smiling, she winked back.

“Well, I take back everything I said about the whole pink-and-black thing,” Olivia whispered as the congregation took their seats and the brief service began. “The look is starting to grow on me.”

“Ummmm.” Sophie fought an urge to look back over her shoulder.

In consideration of the best man, who was in his mideighties, the ceremony was short and sweet. The vows were traditional—“Do you take this woman … in sickness and in health …”—even if the color scheme was not. Twenty minutes after the bride walked down the aisle as Brooke Bowers, she turned to the congregation as Brooke Enright, and those gathered in the church applauded as the happy couple made their way to the back of the church.

“Oh, that was lovely.” Olivia dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. “Way too short a ceremony, but what there was, was just lovely.”

“I think Brooke wanted it short because it wasn’t her first marriage.” Sophie gave a little finger wave at her grandfather, who looked proud as a peacock with Dallas on his arm. “And also because Pop can’t stand forever.”

“Surely there are chairs …”

“Where would you put a chair on that altar?” Sophie followed her mother out of the pew. “It’s so narrow, there’s no room.”

“Good point.” Olivia took Sophie’s arm as they started toward the door.

On the opposite side of the aisle, Jason stood with his hands in the pockets of his dark suit jacket. Sophie had never seen him dressed in anything but jeans and a tee or a sweatshirt. Dressed up or dressed down, she
decided as she passed by, he was one fine-looking man.

The wedding party and the family members made their way to the Inn at Sinclair’s Point, where photos would be taken on the lawn and amidst the new garden paths, at the gazebo that had been erected the previous year, and in front of the small wooded area that was bursting with the color of a thousand daffodils and tulips. The sky was clear April blue, the Bay behind the lawn sparkling in the sun. It was a little over an hour before the photographer finally finished bossing them around for pictures.

“Now, Jesse, one with you and your mother and Sophie … and let’s have your brother and Zoey and Georgia in there next to Sophie for the next shot …

“I think we’ll have your grandfather join you … Now all of Mr. Enright’s grandchildren with him in the middle. One with him and Brooke … Now, Jesse, you step into the shot right there next to Brooke …”

By the time the photographer had moved on to Brooke’s side of the family, Sophie’s head was spinning.

“Mom, I can’t take any more. Want to join me for an adult beverage or three and some of those yummy hors d’oeuvres that are being passed around inside?”

“Not right now. I want a few more shots with Jesse and Brooke. But you go ahead. I’ll meet up with you at the reception.” Olivia’s focus was on her son and his bride.

“The reception has been underway for …” Sophie checked her watch. “About forty minutes. Wait too long and you’ll miss it.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

“And I’ll take that as permission to eat your share of coconut shrimp and teriyaki beef.”

“Just save me a nibble.” Olivia raised her camera and proceeded to photograph her daughter.

“Stop that.” Sophie laughed and escaped into the inn.

She stood on the fringe of the crowd, taking in the sights and sounds. The string quartet played softly in the background, and waiters flowed through the room with silver trays to offer goodies to the guests. Sophie snagged a glass of champagne from one passing tray and a scallop wrapped in bacon from another.

The only thing I need right now is a comfy place to rest for a moment or two
.

She glanced around the room, spied some empty chairs and started toward one, but was stopped so many times on her way across the room—“Lovely wedding, wasn’t it?”—that she never did get to sit. Before she knew it, the wedding party made its way into the ballroom with all the attendant festivity, and in what seemed like the blink of an eye, she was seated with her mother and her siblings and their spouses and
their
mother and was being served a fancy salad.

She excused herself after the entrée and went to the ladies’ room to freshen up. On her way back into the ballroom, she stopped to chat with Violet, who sat next to Curtis, who was in deep conversation with Cameron O’Connor about the renovations to the carriage house at the Enright homestead. Next to Cam sat his fiancée, Ellie Ryder Chapman, whom Sophie had met at Christmas.

“Ellie, how are you?” Sophie greeted her.

“I’m good. You?” Ellie turned in her seat so that she could face Sophie. “Great wedding. Everything is just perfect. The food, the music … and I love Brooke’s dress. I doubt I’d have the nerve to wear it, but I love it on her.”

“She does look amazing.”

“Here, sit for a minute, why don’t you?” Ellie moved her bag from the empty chair next to her and patted the seat. “You don’t have any official duties right now, do you?”

“None. I’m home free.” Sophie moved the chair slightly, then sat facing Ellie. “Actually, all I had to do today was show up, smile a few times for the camera, and sit with my mom.”

“Your mother is the tall woman in the pale green suit?”

“Yes. That’s our mom.”

“I saw her in the church. She’s very beautiful.”

“Thanks. She is.”

“And the woman seated to her left at the table …” Ellie nodded in Olivia’s direction. “Who is she?”

“That’s Delia Enright.”

“The writer?” Ellie raised an eyebrow. When Sophie nodded, Ellie said, “I’ve read all her books. Obviously, I’m a huge fan. I didn’t realize she was related to you and Jesse.”

“Oh, she isn’t. She’s actually my dad’s ex-wife.” She smiled wryly. “Well, one of them, anyway.”

“Oh. Is your father here?”

“No.” Sophie signaled a waiter for a glass of wine. “Jesse didn’t invite him, because …”

“Please. No explanation necessary. I know what it’s
like to have a parent who isn’t welcome in polite company.”

Sophie nodded and took a sip of her wine. She knew the story—who didn’t?—of how Ellie’s father, a hugely successful investment broker, had bilked his clients out of multimillions of dollars, had been caught, confessed, and was now serving a very long prison term.

“Your grandfather looks good.” Ellie changed the subject. “I see a lot of him now that we’re working over at his place.”

When Sophie raised a questioning eyebrow, Ellie explained, “We’re renovating the carriage house.”

“Oh. I did know that Pop was having some work done.”

“I’m one of the contracting crew. I work for Cam. Right now, I’m scraping the old paint from the window sashes.” She held up her hands with their very short fingernails. “Hardly enough nails left to polish.”

“Nice that you work together.”

“Sometimes good, sometimes not.” Ellie shrugged. “But I am enjoying working at your grandfather’s. It’s kind of cool for me because my great-aunt and your grandmother were good friends.”

“Oh, then your great-aunt must have known Violet as well. She and my gramma were the best of friends.”

“Right.” Ellie nodded. “The three blossoms.”

“What?”

“That’s what everyone called them. The blossoms. Rose, Violet, and Lilly—that was my great-aunt. Lilly Ryder was her maiden name. I found a whole bunch of photos of the three of them in my house, which once belonged to Lilly.”

“Blossoms.” Sophie mused, turning the name over in her head. “I’d love to see some of the photos. I only know of my grandmother through my grandfather. I’d love to see her with her girlfriends.”

“I’ll drop some copies off. You’re going to be working with Jesse, right?”

“Starting Monday,” Sophie explained. “I’ll be holding down the fort while he’s on his honeymoon.”

“But you’re staying in St. Dennis, right? At least, that’s what I heard.”

“I am staying.” Sophie paused to think. She needed a contractor, someone to go into the building on River Road and tell her what she needed done and how much it was going to cost—and she was going to need that someone very soon. “Listen, Ellie … I want to discuss something with you and Cam, but I need the conversation to be confidential.”

“Sure.”

“I’m buying a piece of property on River Road—I close in just a little more than a week—and I need to hire a contractor to look over the place and then do whatever work I can afford to have done.”

“We can help you with that. What’s the property?”

“It’s a boarded-up building, used to be a restaurant. Walsh’s. It’s been closed up for a number of years and it needs a lot, I’m afraid. I just don’t know where to start with it.”

“Just let me know when you want us to come in and look it over. We do a ton of renovations here in St. Dennis.” Ellie smiled proudly. “Cam started this business on his own years ago and he’s the go-to guy here in town.”

“That’s what I’ve heard. I have the key, so I can get
you in anytime you’re free. The sooner the better, though.”

“I’ll check with Cam and get back to you. What are you planning on doing with the building? Did you buy it to flip?”

“I’m going to open a restaurant. It’s been my dream forever, and now that I have the opportunity, I couldn’t pass it up.” Sophie paused. “There’s just one thing. I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t mention this to anyone. Well, Cam of course, but other than that, I’m trying to keep it quiet until I can tell my grandfather. He’s so happy that I’m joining the firm, I hate to upset him. I’ve been trying to find the right opportunity all week, but somehow, I just haven’t had a chance to talk it over with him.”

“I understand. My lips are sealed,” Ellie assured her. “Now, what kind of restaurant is it going to be?”

For the next ten minutes, Sophie shared her plans with Ellie. When she finished, Ellie said, “It’s going to be great. You can count on us to be at the opening.”

“Thanks. I’m really excited, because …” Sophie looked up as Grace Sinclair approached the table. “Oh, hello, Grace.”

“So nice to see all of your family here, Sophie. We have the privilege of having them staying with us at the inn. A lovely group, I must say.”

“Thanks, Grace. I’m happy that everyone could make it.”

“Now, what’s this I’m hearing about you moving to St. Dennis to work with your brother?” Grace leaned on the back of Ellie’s chair. “Is it true?”

Sophie nodded. “I’m now an official resident of St. Dennis.”

“Well, then, I’m going to recruit you right here and now to work on our annual project for the historical society. This year we’re taking on the restoration of Ellie’s carriage house.”

“Talk about the shoemaker’s kids not having shoes.” Ellie rolled her eyes. “I’ve never been inside the building. I don’t know when it was last opened. I have no idea what’s in there—there’s one huge padlock and a heavy chain on the front doors, and we haven’t found the key. The side door is nailed shut. Cam and I kept meaning to do something about it, but we haven’t had the time.” She laughed. “We haven’t even had time to set a wedding date. This time of the year, everyone is sprucing up their properties to get ready for the rental season, which is right around the corner. We haven’t had a weekend off in months.”

“Well, it’s a lovely building and we thought that since we do one property each year, this time around we should give Ellie a hand. Ellie’s family was much loved in St. Dennis, and we know it would be a pricy project.”

“And I appreciate it more than I can say.” Ellie turned to Sophie. “We’re going to do a grand opening of the building, and then we’ll assess it for repairs and such. But there’s been so much speculation in town about what is actually in there that the historical society is running a fundraiser. You buy a ticket and enter your guess of what’s inside. When the doors are finally opened and we see inside, the people who guessed correctly will split half of what is raised. The other half goes to the group.”

“Then, we’ll split the committee into work groups and roll up our sleeves and bring the old place back
to life,” Grace added. “The tickets are already selling like gangbusters.”