Their defiant posture made them look like five-year-olds who had just been caught spray-painting the dog.
“What?” Brenna asked as she draped her suit jacket over her arm. “I was gone two hours. What happened?”
“Nothin’ terrible,” Grammy M-aka Mary-Margaret O’Shea-said from her place at the stove. “Francesca has the most wonderful news.”
Brenna’s mother didn’t look all that excited. “But we’d already picked a date and were about to order the invitations.”
Wedding talk.
First baby sister Mia had come within weeks of marching down the aisle, only to call the whole thing off. Then Katie had gone and gotten herself engaged to Mia’s exfiance’s father. Twisted, but so California. Francesca had fallen for the handsome CEO of a security company who found out within days of their meeting that he had a twelve-year-old daughter he’d never known about. A few weeks after that, Francesca had turned up pregnant.
Only Brenna had managed to escape love’s sticky snare and the ongoing soap opera that was the Marcelli family. Her current plan was to avoid romance and focus on work. She might be open to a little meaningless sex, but a relationship? She didn’t have the time or the energy.
She crossed to the kitchen table, grabbing an iced cookie on her way. After six months of her grandmothers’ cooking, she didn’t want to think about what her cholesterol level must be.
“Tell me everything,” she said, stopping next to Francesca and eyeing her very beautiful, very thin twin.
Nearly two months pregnant and was Francesca showing? Not even close. Brenna knew that if she was ever to play host to a marauding sperm, she would plump up overnight and look as if she were giving birth to a water- melon by week nine.
Francesca shrugged. “I know we all talked about waiting, what with the baby and all, but Sam and I have changed our minds. And Katie and I want to have a double wedding. It could be a triple one if you wanted to get married again.”
Groans erupted from the grandmothers. Brenna’s mother simply settled her elbows on the table and rested her head in her hands. “I’m getting too old for this,” she murmured.
“A double wedding?” Brenna considered the possibility, while ignoring the comment about her getting married again. That was never going to happen. “It will be a cost savings,” she reminded her mother as she draped her suit jacket over a chair. “You’ll only have to feed the guests once instead of twice.”
“What about the wedding gown?” Grandma Tessa looked up from her chopping. “We barely have time to make a dress for Katie and now this? Are you sure you want to go down the aisle in your condition? Not that we’re not happy for you, Francesca. A pretty girl like you needs a husband.”
“Yeah, ugly girls live to be single,” Brenna whispered.
Katie’s full mouth twitched as she tried not to laugh. “We’re willing to put the wedding date back to give us all time to get everything done.”
“You could have the weddings at Thanksgiving,” Brenna said as she nibbled on her cookie. “We all know everyone in this family will be doing the happy dance to see two sisters married. For years everyone has despaired of ever getting us all hitched. Now we’re halfway there. That gives us so much more to be thankful for.”
Grandma Tessa muttered something Brenna couldn’t hear. She half expected to see the older woman whip out her rosary for a quick trip around the beads. Fortunately Grandma Tessa contented herself with a couple of dark looks.
“Turkey-day weekend works for me,” Katie said. “We could have the wedding that Saturday.”
Francesca shrugged. “Sam doesn’t care about the date. As for a dress, I’ll pick something simple and flowing.”
“Don’t bother,” Brenna told her. “You’ll be nine months pregnant and still not showing.”
Their mother raised her head. “I don’t know. As it is, we’ll be sewing day and night.”
Family tradition dictated that any Marcelli bride have a wedding gown handmade by the women in the family. A great idea in theory, but beading lace took forever. Brenna wasn’t worried about the additional sewing duties. She had a winery to run and therefore was excused from most of the needlework.
Their mother pulled out a pad of paper. “If we’re going to have a double wedding, we need to start making lists.”
The three sisters looked at one another and shook their heads. When Mom started making lists, an entire afternoon could fly by. Better to escape now.
“I’ll get the drinks,” Brenna said, heading for a rack on the far wall.
“I’ll get chocolate,” Francesca said.
Katie walked to the cupboard. “Cheese and crackers or cookies?”
“Cookies,” Francesca and Brenna said together.
Their mother shook her head. “You girls aren’t going anywhere. We have two weddings to plan.”
Katie snaked a plate of cookies from the counter, kissed both Grammy M and Grandma Tessa, and hurried out of the room.
“Love you, Mom,” she called over her shoulder.
Francesca quickly followed.
Brenna collected a bottle of wine, an opener, and two wineglasses, then opened the refrigerator. As expected, there was a bottle of chocolate milk sitting on the top shelf. It was the Grands’ contribution to Francesca’s need to increase her calcium.
“You guys think of everything,” she said as she shut the door.
Her mother glared at her. “We need to plan.”
“We’ll deal with it later,” Brenna promised. “Don’t worry. Everything will get done in time.”
“I can’t believe you girls are having wine. It’s the middle of the day.”
“We have things to celebrate,” Brenna said.
Her mother’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You seem exceptionally happy today. Why is that?”
Brenna wasn’t about to spill the beans about her potential deal with Nic. Not to her parents. While she knew they would understand her need to stand on her own, the information would put them in an awkward position. Her paternal grandfather was still the head of the family and he wouldn’t approve. Rather than make her parents take sides, she would keep her mouth shut.
She smiled and started backing out of the room. “Two of my sisters are marrying wonderful men. Isn’t that enough to put a spring in my step?”
“Not by a long shot. What are you up to, Brenna?”
“Absolutely nothing. Cross my heart.”
Grandma Tessa looked up. “You go to hell for lying, same as stealing, young lady. The good Lord knows all.”
“Words to live by,” Brenna said with a laugh as she turned and raced up the stairs.
2
Brenna followed Katie and Francesca into the bedroom she and her twin had shared while they’d been growing up and where she’d returned to when she’d moved back into the hacienda. She set the wine and the glasses on the nightstand, then handed the chocolate milk to her sister. While Brenna went to work on the cork, Francesca flopped down on the bed opposite and Katie sat cross-legged on the foot of Brenna’s bed.
“You know they’re not going to leave us alone for very long,” Katie said, accepting the glass of Cabernet Brenna handed her. “Mom’s right. There’s a lot to go into the wedding planning.”
“So speaks Ms. Organized,” Brenna said. She poured a glass for herself and raised it. “To my sisters getting married.”
But neither of them responded to her toast. Katie stared watchfully, while Francesca looked concerned.
“What?” Brenna asked, kicking off her shoes and sinking onto the mattress. “You’re looking at me funny and that always makes me nervous.”
“Don’t be nervous. It’s just…” Francesca leaned toward her. “I’m worried about you.” She glanced at Katie.
