of wedding favors and placed it on the baker’s rack with the other 349 she had already put together. Each small package contained a quartet of handmade truffles—an exclusive recipe she had concocted specifically for the Coopersmith/Harris wedding, which would take place at the end of the week across the Atlantic Ocean in Celebration, Texas.
Nothing that came out of Maya’s kitchen was mass-produced. In fact, all of the chocolates she made were as exclusive as the occasions and clients for whom she designed them.
However, she wasn’t accustomed to producing her sweets on this large of a scale: fourteen hundred truffles in three days. The wedding chocolate—in addition to what she needed to sustain her shop’s daily business—was a tall order that took more manpower than Maya, in her tiny St. Michel shop, possessed. She had put in a lot of extra hours this week after she had turned over the Shop Closed sign. Now that she was finished and staring at the mountainous pile of white boxes, she wasn’t sure she would ever take on another task of such epic proportions. But she blinked away the thought, feeling like a first-time marathon runner who had just crossed the finish line and was already contemplating her next race.
Maya had done this order as a favor for her friend Caroline Coopersmith, the sister of the bride. Despite the fact that Maya had never met Caroline’s sister, Claudia, she couldn’t say no after hearing the desperation in Caroline’s voice. Apparently, Claudia was more aptly described as Bridezilla on the rampage than blushing bride to be. The Texas-based chocolatier originally procured to provide the truffles for Claudia’s wedding had gone out of business, disappearing lock, stock and bridal favors into the night with Claudia’s deposit—one week before the wedding.
While individual boxes of truffles for the guests would not make or break the wedding, Bridezilla was breathing fire and Caroline had called Maya, desperate for her to work her magic: produce an exclusive confection for the occasion and ship it to the States in a matter of days.
“It wouldn’t hurt if you sent a special box made with ingredients that will calm my sister’s nerves,” Caroline had joked.
Hmmm...not a bad idea. Some chamomile and lavender in white chocolate. That was a good start, and Maya had been stewing on it as she finished up the large order.
She glanced at her watch. It was nearly two in the morning, which made it just before eight o’clock in the evening in Texas. She picked up the telephone and dialed Caroline’s cell phone number.
Caroline picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”
“Bonjour! It’s Maya.” She settled into a chair, trying not to let the fatigue that suddenly weighed on her like an anchor show in her voice. “Fait accompli. Tell your sister to rest assured that the order will arrive in plenty of time for the wedding. I will package the truffles in foam coolers and ship them to you tomorrow. Tout de suite!”
“You’re wonderful! And you must be a mind reader, because not ten minutes ago Claudia called asking for an update on the chocolate. I told her I’d call you tomorrow since it was late in St. Michel. I hope this job hasn’t cost you too much sleep.”
“Sleep is overrated. How are your sister’s wedding plans progressing?”
As Caroline sighed, Maya sensed that her friend was even more exhausted than she was.
“At the risk of sounding like a terrible sister, I will be so glad when Saturday arrives and the wedding is over. The world will stop revolving around Claudia and we will all be able to reclaim our lives. I’m happy for her, really, I am. But just when I think she can’t possibly drain one more ounce out of the bridal party, she manages to draw blood.”
Caroline sighed again. “I’m sorry, Maya. I must sound like a miserable person.”
A note in Caroline’s Texan drawl made Maya think that perhaps the weariness was the product of more than physical exhaustion. Hmmm...a box of something special for Caroline was in order, too.
“No, you don’t sound like a misérable person. You’re a fabulous sister for doing all that you have for her. Do you have a date for the wedding?” Ever the matchmaker, Maya couldn’t resist asking.
“Are you kidding? Between work at the accounting firm, baking for the catering company and my maid-of-honor duties, I barely have time to sleep. There are no men on my horizon.”
Ahh...that explained it. Being maid of honor in a wedding when you had no love of your own was like being trapped inside a candy store and not being allowed to taste the sweets. Seeing the possibilities and imagining what it might be like, but that’s where it ended.
Alas, Caroline deserved more.
An idea swelled up inside of Maya, like a perfect chocolate soufflé rising in the oven.
Yes, it’s Caroline’s turn for love.
And Maya knew just the thing to set the wheels of love in motion.
* * *
Caroline Coopersmith helped herself to a large piece of wedding cake and carried it to the empty bridal-party table. All of the other attendants were on the dance floor. Here Caroline was, getting cozy with a plate of fat and sugar. She decided she might as well have another glass of champagne, too.
She waved over a waiter, grabbed a flute and then slipped her feet out of the four-inch stilettos that were so painful they should have carried a warning label. For the first time that evening—actually, for the first time in months—Caroline was able to inhale a full, deep breath and relax.
Her sister, Claudia, was married.
At long last.
The relief Caroline felt did not solely have to do with the fact that her aching feet had been mercifully freed from bondage. It was more to do with everyone making it through the wedding unscathed. No one had killed Claudia. Nor did the more plausible threat of Claudia killing or maiming her come to fruition.
Now, Caroline was free. And she had cake and champagne....
What more could a girl want?
Caroline’s gaze searched the room for best man Drew Montgomery. Before she could find him, something else caught her eye.
Claudia waved from the center of the crowded dance floor, motioning her to join in a group dance to the Black Eyed Peas’s “I Gotta Feeling.” Caroline’s gaze swept the dance floor, searching. When she still did not see Drew among the revelers, any motivation she might have mustered to drag herself into the fray evaporated. Living up to his job description, Drew certainly was the best man here. And probably the only thing more tempting than the wedding cake.
She and Drew had met for the first time yesterday at the rehearsal. Since he was best man to her maid of honor, the two had been paired up at the rehearsal dinner last night. It had been nice meeting him and spending time with him.
Caroline smiled but shook her head, raising her glass to her sister in a “go ahead without me” toast.
Claudia flashed a quick okay sign and turned back to her groom, Kyle, who pulled her close, folding her into their own private slow dance to the fast song. They kissed and looked so in love, as if they had not a care in the world.
And they didn’t, really. Caroline sighed and ate a bite of cake as she watched them. At least right now they didn’t have a care. The wedding had gone off
