Wish I Might Read Online Free
Author: Coleen Murtagh Paratore
about in relaxing spots. Birdbaths and bird feeders are everywhere. You couldn’t ask for a prettier home.
The Gracemore estate was willed to Sam by his grandmother. Sam never could have afforded such a magnificent property on his schoolteacher’s salary, but in her will his grandmother said that of everyone in the family Sam was the one who truly loved Cape Codthe most and therefore the estate should be his. I like that kind of reasoning.
When my mother and Sam got married, she took over the renovation of the estate. My mother, Stella, has exquisite taste in color, paints, and fabrics. She used to be one of the country’s most famous wedding planners. Now her main job is running the inn, where she still gets to weave her wedding-planner magic, since the Bramblebriar is one of Cape Cod’s most popular wedding venues. We hosted the wedding of Susanna Jubilee Blazer, of the millionaire Blazer Buick USA family, and the wedding of debutante Katie Caldor of the Caldor Creek chain of women’s clothing stores.
When I was younger, much to my dismay, my mother wouldn’t let me get involved in her wedding planning business. She didn’t want my brain to get all loopy, dreaming of gowns and Prince Charmings and fairy-tale fluff. But now that I’ve proven myself a straight-A student with my sights set on college, the overly strict Stella has lightened up on the rules a bit.
First, Mother let me help her with two weddings, Suzie Jube Blazer’s and then the wedding of our dear family friend, the former Bramble town minister, Sulamina Mum. I got to be the maid of honor in both of them! Mum and her husband, Riley, have moved to South Carolina. I miss her so much. I think it willbe a long while before I see Mum, but Suzie Jube and her husband, Simon, have promised to come visit in August. Whoopee!
When Mother saw that a bit of wedding work didn’t drain my brain cells, she let me handle a wedding all by myself, just last weekend.
Sam’s sister, Ruthie, contacted us out of the blue to say she wanted to get married at the inn, with less than a month’s warning. My mother was already booked handling the Caldor wedding, so I offered to plan Ruthie’s wedding myself. And I must say, without meaning to brag, my wedding-planner debut was a success — not a glitch, hitch, or sloppy wedding gown stitch. (I sew a little secret something into the hem of each Bramblebriar bride’s gown for luck.)
I set Ruthie and Spruce’s simple but elegant ceremony out in Sam’s backyard labyrinth and planned a delicious vegetarian dinner per the culinary preference of the bridal couple. The flowers were freshly plucked from the Bramblebriar gardens. Our assistant head chef and chief baker, Rosie, made her famous wedding cake, filled with my signature wedding charms, and my friend, Mariel Sanchez, nearly stole the bride’s spotlight with her exquisite singing.
Mariel just moved here to Bramble this past year, but she and I are quickly becoming close friends. TinaBelle has been my best friend since I moved to Cape Cod, but lately she and Ruby Sivler seem to have way more in common. Boys and being beautiful, boys and being beautiful, boys and being beautiful. Little time for anything else.
Mariel has a challenging life. She lives with her father and two younger siblings, three-year-old twins Nico and Sofia, in a crowded room at a scummy rundown motel called the Oceanview, on the outskirts of town. Mariel’s mother is off pursuing a career in acting. Mr. Sanchez was injured in an accident and moves about with difficulty in a wheelchair. A town van comes to take him to work each day.
Mariel and I have very different family circumstances, but we have important things in common. We share a great love of reading and the ocean, and we are finding that we also share similar values, like we think people ought to care more about providing safe drinking water for human beings than serving designer water to pets. That was Ruby Sivler’s big dilemma last
The Gracemore estate was willed to Sam by his grandmother. Sam never could have afforded such a magnificent property on his schoolteacher’s salary, but in her will his grandmother said that of everyone in the family Sam was the one who truly loved Cape Codthe most and therefore the estate should be his. I like that kind of reasoning.
When my mother and Sam got married, she took over the renovation of the estate. My mother, Stella, has exquisite taste in color, paints, and fabrics. She used to be one of the country’s most famous wedding planners. Now her main job is running the inn, where she still gets to weave her wedding-planner magic, since the Bramblebriar is one of Cape Cod’s most popular wedding venues. We hosted the wedding of Susanna Jubilee Blazer, of the millionaire Blazer Buick USA family, and the wedding of debutante Katie Caldor of the Caldor Creek chain of women’s clothing stores.
When I was younger, much to my dismay, my mother wouldn’t let me get involved in her wedding planning business. She didn’t want my brain to get all loopy, dreaming of gowns and Prince Charmings and fairy-tale fluff. But now that I’ve proven myself a straight-A student with my sights set on college, the overly strict Stella has lightened up on the rules a bit.
First, Mother let me help her with two weddings, Suzie Jube Blazer’s and then the wedding of our dear family friend, the former Bramble town minister, Sulamina Mum. I got to be the maid of honor in both of them! Mum and her husband, Riley, have moved to South Carolina. I miss her so much. I think it willbe a long while before I see Mum, but Suzie Jube and her husband, Simon, have promised to come visit in August. Whoopee!
When Mother saw that a bit of wedding work didn’t drain my brain cells, she let me handle a wedding all by myself, just last weekend.
Sam’s sister, Ruthie, contacted us out of the blue to say she wanted to get married at the inn, with less than a month’s warning. My mother was already booked handling the Caldor wedding, so I offered to plan Ruthie’s wedding myself. And I must say, without meaning to brag, my wedding-planner debut was a success — not a glitch, hitch, or sloppy wedding gown stitch. (I sew a little secret something into the hem of each Bramblebriar bride’s gown for luck.)
I set Ruthie and Spruce’s simple but elegant ceremony out in Sam’s backyard labyrinth and planned a delicious vegetarian dinner per the culinary preference of the bridal couple. The flowers were freshly plucked from the Bramblebriar gardens. Our assistant head chef and chief baker, Rosie, made her famous wedding cake, filled with my signature wedding charms, and my friend, Mariel Sanchez, nearly stole the bride’s spotlight with her exquisite singing.
Mariel just moved here to Bramble this past year, but she and I are quickly becoming close friends. TinaBelle has been my best friend since I moved to Cape Cod, but lately she and Ruby Sivler seem to have way more in common. Boys and being beautiful, boys and being beautiful, boys and being beautiful. Little time for anything else.
Mariel has a challenging life. She lives with her father and two younger siblings, three-year-old twins Nico and Sofia, in a crowded room at a scummy rundown motel called the Oceanview, on the outskirts of town. Mariel’s mother is off pursuing a career in acting. Mr. Sanchez was injured in an accident and moves about with difficulty in a wheelchair. A town van comes to take him to work each day.
Mariel and I have very different family circumstances, but we have important things in common. We share a great love of reading and the ocean, and we are finding that we also share similar values, like we think people ought to care more about providing safe drinking water for human beings than serving designer water to pets. That was Ruby Sivler’s big dilemma last
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