“Ness?” Mia was calling to her. “Ness?”

“Oh. Sorry.” Vanessa planted a huge smile on her face before turning around. “I was just watching the goings-on and must have zoned out.”

“Well, zone back in. It’s your turn.”

Vanessa came back into the room, her smile intact, and placed a kiss on Mia’s cheek as she walked past on her way to the chair where the hairdresser waited.

“What was that for?” Mia asked.

“Just because I’m happy for you,” Vanessa said, and meant it.

“Aw, thanks, Ness. I’d kiss you back, but I just had this mouth painted on.” Mia pointed to her very rosy lips.

“I spent ten minutes on that mouth,” the makeup artist reminded her. “Do not mess with the mouth.”

The chatter started back up again with the arrival of the photographer. Vanessa sat while her hair was being blown out, watching and listening, happy to be there, grateful that she was part of this wonderful day when all was right in the world.

She held on to that feeling while her makeup was being applied and she slid into the light-as-a-feather green silk dress; while she floated down the stairs with the other members of the bridal party; while she listened to the strings begin to play. She felt as if she had a part in a magical play-until she started down the aisle and made the mistake of glancing to her right. There, in the last row of seats, in the chair closest to the aisle, stood a woman who looked so much like her mother they could have been twins. Vanessa did a double take.

The woman winked and waved.

Dear God, it was her mother.

Feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights, Vanessa somehow managed to make it down the aisle without missing a step.

How had Maggie found out about the wedding? Surely Beck hadn’t invited her. Beck never spoke to her. Hell, he rarely spoke of her.

What in the name of all that’s holy was she doing there?

And oh, God, what was Beck going to do when he saw her?

Vanessa took her place at the head of the aisle and maintained a fixed smile, even when she met Beck’s eyes. She detected no hellfire burning there, so he apparently hadn’t gotten the good news yet. She focused on Anne Marie, and then on Mia, who appeared at the foot of the aisle between her handsome brothers.

Mia was a picture-perfect bride, with every detail just so, from the flowers in her hair to the amazing gown. Vanessa stole a glance at Beck, who looked positively gob-smacked, and definitely close to needing oxygen. Then her gaze locked with Grady’s for a moment, and she felt the color rise in her cheeks, as if he could read her mind to know that she’d awakened that morning thinking about him.

The minister stood at the flower-covered altar and stepped forward to begin the ceremony. Vanessa barely heard a word, her attention divided between thinking about Grady and the big uh-oh back there in the last row.

The minister pronounced Beck and Mia husband and wife, they kissed, and Annie handed Mia her bouquet, which Annie had held while the rings were exchanged. The bride and groom turned to their guests and the strings began to play the recessional. The newly married couple was halfway down the aisle when Beck momentarily froze. Vanessa closed her eyes as Annie and Hal fell in behind Beck and Mia as they’d rehearsed, followed by Andy and Dorsey.

“Vanessa.” Grady was at her elbow.

“Oh.” Her eyes flew open and she took his arm just as a smiling Maggie took one step toward the aisle to greet Beck and Mia. Vanessa held her breath as Beck walked past Maggie, apparently without giving any sign of recognition, judging by Maggie’s reaction.

“Oh, dear God,” Vanessa muttered. “Why did she have to do that?”

“What?” Grady leaned closer.

Vanessa just shook her head and craned her neck to see if Hal had noticed Maggie, but she guessed he had not. Not yet, at least. Hal never would have ignored her the way Beck had.

But how would the tenderhearted Hal react when he realized that Maggie was there? Remembering the toast he’d given on Thursday night, one might suspect that Hal had always carried a torch for the woman who had given birth to his son and whom he’d once hoped to marry.

Well, Beck once said he wanted fireworks at his wedding, Vanessa recalled. I don’t think this is what he had in mind, but if you toss a thought out into the cosmos, you better be prepared for whatever form it takes when it comes back at you.

The guests followed the wedding party onto the veranda, where the cocktail party was to take place.

“How about a glass of champagne?” Grady asked.

“Oh, yes. Please,” she replied.

He signaled the waiter as Maggie stepped onto the porch.

“On second thought”-Vanessa grabbed Grady’s arm-“ask him to bring the whole bottle…”

From the corner of her eye, Vanessa tried to keep track of her mother in the crowd. For most of the cocktail party, Maggie kept to herself, standing alone at the doorway to the lobby, or on the lawn, sipping her champagne and looking uncomfortable.

Well, what did she expect? Vanessa thought. Did she really think that Beck would welcome her with open arms?

Apparently, she had. Otherwise, why would she have come, uninvited and unexpected?

Vanessa sighed deeply.

“Excuse me,” she said to Grady. “There’s someone here I need to talk to.”

She walked to the doorway and stopped in front of her mother.

“Hello, Maggie,” she said.

“Well, at least you remember me, which is more than your brother seems to do.”

“Oh, come on. What did you expect him to do? Seriously.”

“I guess I didn’t think about it, other than, oh, my son is getting married. This might be the opportunity I’ve been waiting for all these years.” She wiped a tear from her face. “I can’t believe he looked right through me like that, as if I didn’t exist.”

“Maggie, don’t play that card. Don’t pretend to be the injured party. You abandoned him, it wasn’t the other way around.”

“What could you possibly know about that?” Maggie’s eyes narrowed. “What could you possibly know-”

“I know what Beck’s told me, that you brought him to Hal and dumped him and went back to your life. Are you going to tell me it happened any other way?”

“It wasn’t quite that simple.”

“Whatever you say, Maggie.” Vanessa felt a monster headache coming on. “How did you know about the wedding?”

“Well, obviously not from either of my children.”

“Did Hal tell you?” As soon as she said it, Vanessa knew he had not. Knowing how Beck felt about his mother, Hal never would have done such a thing behind his back.

“Of course not.”

“Then who…?”

“I called your shop the other day, and when I told the girl who answered that I was your mother, she said you were home baking cookies for Beck’s wedding. Well, of course I wanted to be here. I took the first flight I could get-I had to take several connecting flights; it was not a pleasant trip, let me tell you. But I got into town early this morning, took a room here at the Inn, and here we are.”

“Where’s…” Vanessa tried to recall the name of her mother’s current husband. “You know. Mr. Turner.”

“He passed away six weeks ago. That’s why I’ve been calling you and leaving messages that haven’t been returned.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your loss, Maggie.” Vanessa conveniently passed over the part about the unreturned phone calls. She would have called to offer condolences if her mother had left a message that had gone beyond “Call me.”

“Well, you know, he was so much older than I, and he’d been ill for a long time now.” She shook her head imperceptibly. “I do wish you could have met him, Vanessa. He was the best of all the ones I married.”

“Well, knowing you, Maggie, I’m sure you’ll land on your feet.”

“That was a mean-spirited thing to say to a woman who’s just been widowed.”