Vision in White (Nora Roberts' Bride Quartet Series #1)

Vision in White (Nora Roberts' Bride Quartet Series #1)

by Nora Roberts


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#1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts presents her first trade original—a novel of love, friendship, and family—in this beautiful french flap edition of Book One in the Bride Quartet.

Wedding photographer Mackensie "Mac" Elliot is most at home behind the camera, but her focus is shattered moments before an important wedding rehearsal when she bumps into the bride-to-be's encounter that has them both seeing stars.

A stable, safe English teacher, Carter Maguire is definitely not Mac's type. But a casual fling might be just what she needs to take her mind off bridezillas. Of course, casual flings can turn into something more when you least expect it. And Mac will have to turn to her three best friends—and business partners—to see her way to her own happy ending.

Don't miss the other books in the Bride Quartet
Bed of Roses
Savor the Moment
Happy Ever After 

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781984803016
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 06/05/2018
Series: Nora Roberts' Bride Quartet Series , #1
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 741,406
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Nora Roberts is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print.


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Read an Excerpt


By the time she was eight, Mackensie Elliot had beenmarried fourteen times. She’d married each of her three bestfriends—as both bride and groom—her best friend’s brother(under his protest), two dogs, three cats, and a rabbit.She’d served at countless other weddings as maid of honor,bridesmaid, groomsman, best man, and officiant.Though the dissolutions were invariably amicable, none ofthe marriages lasted beyond an afternoon. The transitory aspectof marriage came as no surprise to Mac, as her own parentsboasted two each—so far.

Wedding Day wasn’t her favorite game, but she kind of likedbeing the priest or the reverend or the justice of the peace. Or,after attending her father’s second wife’s nephew’s bar mitzvah,the rabbi.

Plus, she enjoyed the cupcakes or fancy cookies and fizzylemonade always served at the reception.

It was Parker’s favorite game, and Wedding Day always took place on the Brown Estate, with its expansive gardens, prettygroves, and silvery pond. In the cold Connecticut winters, theceremony might take place in front of one of the roaring firesinside the big house.

They had simple weddings and elaborate affairs. Royal weddings,star- crossed elopements, circus themes, and pirate ships.All ideas were seriously considered and voted upon, and notheme or costume too outrageous.

Still, with fourteen marriages under her belt, Mac grew a bitweary of Wedding Day.

Until she experienced her seminal moment.

For her eighth birthday Mackensie’s charming and mostlyabsent father sent her a Nikon camera. She’d never expressedany interest in photography, and initially pushed it away withthe other odd gifts he’d given or sent since the divorce. ButMac’s mother told her mother, and Grandma muttered and complainedabout “feckless, useless Geoffrey Elliot” and the inappropriategift of an adult camera for a young girl who’d be betteroff with a Barbie doll.

As she habitually disagreed with her grandmother on principle,Mac’s interest in the camera piqued. To annoy Grandma—who was visiting for the summer instead of being in herretirement community in Scottsdale, where Mac strongly believedshe belonged—Mac hauled the Nikon around with her.She toyed with it, experimented. She took pictures of her room,of her feet, of her friends. Shots that were blurry and dark, orfuzzy and washed out. With her lack of success, and her mother’simpending divorce from her stepfather, Mac’s interest in theNikon began to wane. Even years later she couldn’t say whatprompted her to bring it along to Parker’s that pretty summerafternoon for Wedding Day.

Every detail of the traditional garden wedding had beenplanned. Emmaline as the bride and Laurel as groom would exchangetheir vows beneath the rose arbor. Emma would wear the lace veil and train Parker’s mother had made out of an oldtablecloth, while Harold, Parker’s aging and affable goldenretriever walked her down the garden path to give her away.A selection of Barbies, Kens, and Cabbage Patch Kids, alongwith a variety of stuffed animals lined the path as guests.

“It’s a very private ceremony,” Parker relayed as she fussedwith Emma’s veil. “With a small patio reception to follow.Now, where’s the best man?”

Laurel, her knee recently skinned, shoved through a trio ofhydrangeas. “He ran away, and went up a tree after a squirrel.I can’t get him to come down.”

Parker rolled her eyes. “I’ll get him. You’re not supposed tosee the bride before the wedding. It’s bad luck. Mac, you need tofix Emma’s veil and get her bouquet. Laurel and I’ll get Mr. Fish out of the tree.”“I’d rather go swimming,” Mac said as she gave Emma’s veilan absent tug.

“We can go after I get married.”

“I guess. Aren’t you tired of getting married?”

“Oh, I don’t mind. And it smells so good out here. Everything’sso pretty.”

Mac gave Emma the clutch of dandelions and wild violetsthey were allowed to pick. “You look pretty.”

It was invariably true. Emma’s dark, shiny hair tumbled underthe white lace. Her eyes sparkled a deep, deep brown as shesniff ed the weed bouquet. She was tanned, sort of all golden,Mac thought, and scowled at her own milk white skin.

The curse of a redhead, her mother said, as she got her carrotyhair from her father. At eight, Mac was tall for her age andskinny as a stick, with teeth already trapped in hated braces.She thought that, beside her, Emmaline looked like a gypsyprincess.

Parker and Laurel came back, giggling with the feline bestman clutched in Parker’s arms. “Everybody has to take theirplaces.” Parker poured the cat into Laurel’s arms. Mac, you needto get dressed! Emma—”

“I don’t want to be maid of honor.” Mac looked at the poofyCinderella dress draped over a garden bench. “That thing’sscratchy, and it’s hot. Why can’t Mr. Fish be maid of honor, andI’ll be best man?”

“Because it’s already planned. Everybody’s nervous before awedding.” Parker flipped back her long brown pigtails, thenpicked up the dress to inspect it for tears or stains. Satisfied, shepushed it at Mac. “It’s okay. It’s going to be a beautiful ceremony,with true love and happy ever after.”

“My mother says happy ever after’s a bunch of bull.”

There was a moment of silence after Mac’s statement. Theunspoken word divorce seemed to hang in the air.“I don’t think it has to be.” Her eyes full of sympathy, Parkerreached out, ran her hand along Mac’s bare arm.

“I don’t want to wear the dress. I don’t want to be a bridesmaid.I—”

“Okay. That’s okay. We can have a pretend maid of honor.Maybe you could take pictures.”

Mac looked down at the camera she’d forgotten hung aroundher neck. “They never come out right.”

“Maybe they will this time. It’ll be fun. You can be the official wedding photographer.”

“Take one of me and Mr. Fish,” Laurel insisted, and pushedher face and the cat’s together. “Take one, Mac!”

With little enthusiasm, Mac lifted the camera, pressed theshutter.

“We should’ve thought of this before! You can take formalportraits of the bride and groom, and more pictures during theceremony.” Busy with the new idea, Parker hung the Cinderellacostume on the hydrangea bush. “It’ll be good, it’ll be fun. Youneed to go down the path with the bride and Harold. Try totake some good ones. I’ll wait, then start the music. Let’s go!”

There would be cupcakes and lemonade, Mac reminded herself.And swimming later, and fun. It didn’t matter if the pictureswere stupid, didn’t matter that her grandmother was rightand she was too young for the camera.

It didn’t matter that her mother was getting divorced again,or that her stepfather, who’d been okay, had already moved out.It didn’t matter that happy ever after was bull, because it wasall pretend anyway.

She tried to take pictures of Emma and the obliging Harold,imagined getting the film back and seeing the blurry figures andsmudges of her thumb, like always.

When the music started she felt bad that she hadn’t put onthe scratchy dress and given Emma a maid of honor, just becauseher mother and grandmother had put her in a bad mood. So shecircled around to stand to the side and tried harder to take anice picture of Harold walking Emma down the garden path.It looked different through the lens, she thought, the way shecould focus on Emma’s face—the way the veil lay over her hair.And the way the sun shined through the lace was pretty.

She took more pictures as Parker began the “Dearly Beloved”as the Reverend Whistledown, as Emma and Laurel took handsand Harold curled up to sleep and snore at their feet.

She noticed how bright Laurel’s hair was, how the sun caughtthe edges of it beneath the tall black hat she wore as groom.How Mr. Fish’s whiskers twitched as he yawned.

When it happened, it happened as much inside Mac as out.Her three friends were grouped under the lush white curve ofthe arbor, a triangle of pretty young girls. Some instinct had Macshifting her position, just slightly, tilting the camera just a bit.She didn’t know it as composition, only that it looked nicerthrough the lens.

And the blue butterfly fluttered across her range of vision toland on the head of a butter yellow dandelion in Emma’s bouquet.The surprise and plea sure struck the three faces in thattriangle under the white roses almost as one.

Mac pressed the shutter.

She knew, knew, the photograph wouldn’t be blurry and darkor fuzzy and washed out. Her thumb wouldn’t be blocking thelens. She knew exactly what the picture would look like, knewher grandmother had been wrong after all.

Maybe happy ever after was bull, but she knew she wantedto take more pictures of moments that were happy. Because thenthey were ever after.


On January first, Mac rolled over to smack her alarmclock, and ended up facedown on the floor of her studio.

“Shit. Happy New Year.”

She lay, groggy and baffled, until she remembered she’dnever made it upstairs into bed—and the alarm was from hercomputer, set to wake her at noon.

She pushed herself up to stagger to the kitchen and the coffeemaker.Why did people want to get married on New Year’s Eve?Why would they make a formal ritual out of a holiday designedfor marathon drinking and probably inappropriate sex? Andthey just had to drag family and friends into it, not to mentionwedding photographers.

Of course, when the reception had finally ended at two a.m.,she could’ve gone to bed like a sane person instead of uploadingthe shots, reviewing them—spending nearly three more hourson the Hines- Myers wedding photos.

But, boy, she’d gotten some good ones. A few great ones.Or they were all crap and she’d judged them in a euphoricblur.

No, they were good shots.

She added three spoons of sugar to the black coffee anddrank it while standing at the window, looking out at the snowblanketing the gardens and lawns of the Brown Estate.

They’d done a good job on the wedding, she thought. Andmaybe Bob Hines and Vicky Myers would take a clue from thatand do a good job on the marriage.

Either way, the memories of the day wouldn’t fade. The moments,big and small, were captured. She’d refine them, finessethem, print them. Bob and Vicky could revisit the day throughthose images next week or sixty years from next week.

That, she thought, was as potent as sweet, black coffee on acold winter day.

Opening a cupboard, she pulled out a box of Pop- Tarts and,eating one where she stood, went over her schedule for the day.Clay- McFearson (Rod and Alison) wedding at six. Whichmeant the bride and her party would arrive by three, groom andhis by four. That gave her until two for the pre- event summitmeeting at the main house.

Time enough to shower, dress, go over her notes, check andrecheck her equipment. Her last check of the day’s weathercalled for sunny skies, high of thirty- two. She should be able toget some nice preparation shots using natural light and maybetalk Alison—if she was game—into a bridal portrait on the balconywith the snow in the background.

Mother of the bride, Mac remembered—Dorothy (call meDottie)—was on the pushy and demanding side, but she’d bedealt with. If Mac couldn’t handle her personally, God knewParker would. Parker could and did handle anyone and anything.Parker’s drive and determination had turned Vows into one ofthe top wedding and event planning companies in the state in afi ve- year period. It had turned the tragedy of her parents’ deathsinto hope, and the gorgeous Victorian home and the stunninggrounds of the Brown Estate into a thriving and unique business.And, Mac thought as she swallowed the last of the Pop- Tart,she herself was one of the reasons.

She moved through the studio toward the stairs to her upstairsbed and bath, stopped at one of her favorite photos. Theglowing, ecstatic bride with her face lifted, her arms stretched,palms up, caught in a shower of pink rose petals.Cover of Today’s Bride, Mac thought. Because I’m just thatgood.

In her thick socks, flannel pants, and sweatshirt she climbedthe stairs to transform herself from tired, pj- clad, Pop- Tart addictinto sophisticated wedding photojournalist.

She ignored her unmade bed—why make it when you werejust going to mess it up again?—and the bedroom clutter. Thehot shower worked with the sugar and caffeine to clear out anyremaining cobwebs so she could put her mind seriously to today’sjob.

She had a bride who was interested in trying the creative, apassive- aggressive MOB who thought she knew best, a groomso dazzling in love he’d do anything to make his bride happy.And both her B and G were seriously photogenic.

The last fact made the job both plea sure and challenge. Justhow could she give her clients a photo journey of their day thatwas spectacular, and uniquely theirs?

Bride’s colors, she thought, flipping through her mental fi lesas she washed her short, shaggy crop of red hair. Silver and gold.Elegant, glamorous.

She’d had a look at the flowers and the cake—both gettingtheir finishing touches today—the favors and linens, attendants’wardrobes, headdresses. She had a copy of the playlist from theband with the first dance, mother- son, father- daughter danceshighlighted.

So, she thought, for the next several hours, her world wouldrevolve around Rod and Alison.

She chose her suit, her jewelry, her makeup with nearly thesame care as she chose her equipment. Loaded, she went out tomake the short trek from the pool house that held her studio andlittle apartment to the main house.

The snow sparkled, crushed diamonds over ermine, and theair was cold and clean as mountain ice. She definitely had to getsome outside shots, daylight and evening. Winter wedding,white wedding, snow on the ground, ice glistening on the trees,just dripping from the denuded willows over the pond. Andthere the fanciful old Victorian with its myriad rooflines, thearched and porthole windows, rising and spreading, soft blueagainst the hard shell of sky. Its terraces and generous porticoheralded the season with their festoons of lights and greenery.

She studied it as she often did as she walked the shoveledpaths. She loved the lines of it, the angles of it, with its subtletouches of pale yellow, creamy white picked out in that soft, subtleblue.

It had been as much home to her as her own growing up.Often more so, she admitted, as her own had run on her mother’scapricious whims. Parker’s parents had been warm, welcoming,loving and—Mac thought now—steady. They’d given her acalm port in the storm of her own childhood.

She’d grieved as much as her friend at their loss nearly sevenyears before.

Now the Brown Estate was her home. Her business. Her life.And a good one on every level. What could be better than doingsomething you loved, and doing it with the best friendsyou’d ever had?

She went in through the mudroom to hang up her outdoorgear, then circled around to peek into Laurel’s domain.Her friend and partner stood on a step stool, meticulouslyadding silver calla lilies to the five tiers of a wedding cake. Eachflower bloomed at the base of a gold acanthus leaf to glimmering,elegant effect.

“That’s a winner, McBane.”

Laurel’s hand was steady as a surgeon’s as she added the nextlily. Her sunny hair was twisted at the back of her head into amessy knot that somehow suited the angular triangle of her face.As she worked, her eyes, bright as bluebells, held narrowed concentration.“I’m so glad she went for the lily centerpiece instead of thebride and groom topper. It makes this design. Wait until we getto the ballroom and add it.”

Mac pulled out a camera. “It’s a good shot for the website.Okay?”

“Sure. Get any sleep?”

“Didn’t hit until about five, but I stayed down till noon.You?”

“Down by two thirty. Up at seven to finish the groom’scake, the desserts—and this. I’m so damn glad we have twoweeks before the next wedding.” She glanced over. “Don’t tellParker I said that.”

“She’s up, I assume.”

“She’s been in here twice. She’s probably been everywheretwice. I think I heard Emma come in. They may be up in theoffice by now.”

“I’m heading up. Are you coming?”

“Ten minutes. I’ll be on time.”

“On time is late in Parker’s world.” Mac grinned. “I’ll try todistract her.”

“Just tell her some things can’t be rushed. And that the MOB’sgoing to get so many compliments on this cake she’ll stay off ourbacks.”

“That one could work.”

Mac started out, winding through to check the entrancefoyer and the massive drawing room where the ceremony itselfwould take place. Emmaline and her elves had already been atwork, she noted, undressing from the last wedding, redressingfor the new. Every bride had her own vision, and this onewanted lots of gold and silver ribbon and swag as opposed to thelavender and cream voile of New Year’s Eve.

The fire was set in the drawing room and would be lit beforethe guests began to arrive. White- draped chairs sparklingwith silver bows formed row after row. Emma had alreadydressed the mantel with gold candles in silver holders, and thebride’s favorite white calla lilies massed in tall, thin glassvases.

Mac circled the room, considered angles, lighting, composition—and made more notes as she walked out and took thestairs to the third floor.

As she expected, she found Parker in the conference room oftheir office, surrounded by her laptop, BlackBerry, folders, cellphone, and headset. Her dense brown hair hung in a longtail—sleek and simple. It worked with the suit—a quiet dovegray—that would blend in and complement the bride’s colors.Parker missed no tricks.

She didn’t look up but circled a finger in the air as she continuedto work on the laptop. Knowing the signal, Mac crossedto the coffee counter and filled mugs for both of them. She sat,laid down her own file, opened her own notebook.

Parker sat back, smiled, and picked up her mug. “It’s going tobe a good one.”

“No doubt.”

“Roads are clear, weather’s good. The bride’s up, had breakfastand a massage. The groom’s had a workout and a swim.

Caterers are on schedule. All attendants are accounted for.” Shechecked her watch. “Where are Emma and Laurel?”

“Laurel’s putting the finishing touches on the cake, which isstupendous. I haven’t seen Emma, but she’s started dressing theevent areas. Pretty. I want some outdoor shots. Before and after.” “Don’t keep the bride outside for too long before. We don’twant her red- nosed and sniffling.”

“You may have to keep the MOB off my back.”

“Already noted.”

Emma rushed in, a Diet Coke in one hand, a file in the other.

“Tink’s hungover and a no- show, so I’m one short. Let’s keepthis brief, okay?” She dropped down at the table. Her curlingblack hair bounced over the shoulders of her sweatshirt. “TheBride’s Suite and the Drawing Room are dressed. Foyer andstairway, nearly finished. The bouquets, corsages, and boutonniereschecked. We’ve started on the Grand Hall and the Ballroom.I need to get back to that.”

“Flower girl?”

“White rose pomander, silver and gold ribbon. I have herhalo—roses and baby’s breath—ready for the hairdresser. It’s adorable.Mac, I need some pictures of the arrangements if you can fitit in. If not, I’ll get them.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks. The MOB—”

“I’m on it,” Parker said.

“I need to—” Emma broke off as Laurel walked in.

“I’m not late,” Laurel announced.

“Tink’s a no- show,” Parker told her. “Emma’s short.”

“I can fill in. I’ll need to set the centerpiece of the cake andarrange the desserts, but I’ve got time now.”

“Let’s go over the timetable.”

“Wait.” Emma lifted her can of Diet Coke. “Toast first.Happy New Year to us, to four amazing, stupendous, and veryhot women. Best pals ever.”

“Also smart and kick- ass.” Laurel raised her bottle of water.

“To pals and partners.”

“To us. Friendship and brains in four parts,” Mac added,“and the sheer coolness of the whole we’ve made with Vows.”

“And to 2009.” Parker lifted her coffee mug. “The amazing,stupendous, hot, smart, kick- ass best pals are going to have theirbest year ever.”

“Damn right.” Mac clinked her mug to the rest. “To WeddingDay, then, now, and always.”

“Then, now, and always,” Parker repeated. “And now. Timetable?”

“I’m on the bride,” Mac began, “from her arrival, switch togroom at his. Candids during dressing event, posed as applies.Formal portraits in and out. I’ll get the shots of the cake, the arrangementsnow, do my setup. All family and wedding partyshots separate prior to the ceremony. Post- ceremony I shouldonly need forty- five minutes for the family shots, full weddingparty, and the bride and groom.”

“Floral dressing in bride and groom suites complete by three.Floral dressing in foyer, Parlor, staircase, Grand Hall, and Ballroomby five.” Parker glanced at Emma.

“We’ll be done.”

“Videographer arrives at five thirty. Guest arrivals from fivethirty to six. Wedding musicians—string quartet—to begin atfive forty. The band will be set up in the Ballroom by six thirty.

MOG, attended by son, escorted at five fifty, MOB, escorted byson- in- law, directly after. Groom and groomsmen in place atsix.” Parker read off the schedule. “FOB, bride, and party inplace at six. Descent and pro cession. Ceremony duration twentythreeminutes, recession, family moments. Guests escorted toGrand Hall at six twenty- five.”

“Bar opens,” Laurel said, “music, passed food.”

“Six twenty- five to seven ten, photographs. Announcementof family, wedding party, and the new Mr. and Mrs. seven fifteen.”

“Dinner, toasts,” Emma continued. “We’ve got it, Parks.”

“I want to make sure we move to the Ballroom and have thefirst dance by eight fifteen,” Parker continued. “The bride especially wants her grandmother there for the first dance, and afterthe father- daughter, mother- son dance, for her father and hismother to dance. She’s ninety, and may fade early. If we can havethe cake cutting at nine thirty, the grandmother should makethat, too.”

“She’s a sweetheart,” Mac put in. “I got some nice shots ofher and Alison at the rehearsal. I’ve got it in my notes to get someof them today. Personally, I think she’ll stay for the whole deal.”“I hope she does. Cake and desserts served while dancingcontinues. Bouquet toss at ten fifteen.”

“Tossing bouquet is set,” Emma added.

“Garter toss, dancing continues. Last dance at ten fifty, bubbleblowing, bride and groom depart. Event end, eleven.” Parkerchecked her watch again. “Let’s get it done. Emma and Laurelneed to change. Everyone remember their headsets.”

Parker’s phone vibrated, and she glanced at the readout.“MOB. Again. Fourth call this morning.”

“Have fun with that,” Mac said and escaped.

She scouted room by room, staying out of the way of Emmaand her crew as they swarmed over the house with flowers, ribbons,voile. She took shots of Laurel’s cake, Emma’s arrangements,framed others in her head.

It was a routine she never allowed to become routine. Sheknew once it became rote, she’d miss shots, opportunities, bogdown on fresh angles and ideas. And whenever she felt herselfdulling, she thought of a blue butterfly landing on a dandelion.The air smelled of roses and lilies and rang with voices andfootfalls. Light streamed through the tall windows in lovelybeams and shafts, and glittered on the gold and silver ribbons.

“Headset, Mac!” Parker rushed down the main staircase.

“The bride’s arriving.”

As Parker hurried down to meet the bride, Mac jogged up.

She swung out on the front terrace, ignoring the cold as thewhite limo sailed down the drive. As it eased to a stop she shiftedher angle, set, and waited.

Maid of honor, mother of the bride. “Move, move, just alittle,” she muttered. Alison stepped out. The bride wore jeans,Uggs, a battered suede jacket and a bright red scarf. Mac zoomedin, changed stops. “Hey! Alison!”

The bride looked up. Surprise turned to amused delight, andto Mac’s plea sure, Alison threw up both arms, tossed back herhead, and laughed.

And there, Mac thought as she caught the moment, was thebeginning of the journey.

Within ten minutes, the Bride’s Suite—once Parker’s ownbedroom—bustled with people and confusion. Two hairdressersplied their tools and talents, curling, straightening, styling, whileothers wielded paints and pots.

Utterly female, Mac thought as she moved through the roomunobtrusively, the scents, the motions, the sounds. The brideremained the focus—no nerves on this one, Mac determined.Alison was confident, beaming, and currently chattering like amagpie.

The MOB, however, was a different story.

“But you have such beautiful hair! Don’t you think youshould leave it down? At least some of it. Maybe—”

“An updo suits the headdress better. Relax, Mom.”

“It’s too warm in here. I think it’s too warm in here. AndMandy should take a quick nap. She’s going to act up, I justknow it.”

“She’ll be fine.” Alison glanced toward the flower girl.

“I really think—”

“Ladies!” Parker wheeled in a cart of champagne, with apretty fruit and cheese tray. “The men are on their way. Alison,your hair’s gorgeous. Absolutely regal.” She poured a flute, offeredit to the bride.

“I really don’t think she should drink before the ceremony.She barely ate today, and—”

“Oh, Mrs. McFearson, I’m so glad you’re dressed and ready.You look fabulous. If I could just steal you for a few minutes? I’dlove for you to take a look at the Drawing Room before theceremony. We want to make sure it’s perfect, don’t we? I’ll haveher back in no time.” Parker pushed champagne into the MOB’shand, and steered her out of the room.

Alison said, “Whew!” and laughed.

For the next hour, Mac split herself between the bride’s andgroom’s suites. Between perfume and tulle, cuff links and cummerbunds.She eased back into the bride’s domain, circled aroundthe attendants as they dressed and helped one another dress. Andfound Alison alone, standing in front of her wedding dress.It was all there, Mac thought as she quietly framed the shot.

The wonder, the joy—with just that tiny tug of sorrow. Shesnapped the image as Alison reached out to brush her fingersover the sparkle of the bodice.

Decisive moment, Mac knew, when everything the womanfelt reflected on her face.

Then it passed, and Alison glanced over.

“I didn’t expect to feel this way. I’m so happy. I’m so in lovewith Rod, so ready to marry him. But there’s this little clutchright here.” She rubbed her fingers just above her heart. “It’s notnerves.”

“Sadness. Just a touch. One phase of your life ends today.

You’re allowed to be sad to say good- bye. I know what you need.Wait here.”

A moment later, Mac led Alison’s grandmother over. Andonce again stepped back.

Youth and age, she thought. Beginnings and endings, connectionsand constancy. And, love.

She snapped the embrace, but that wasn’t it. She snapped theglitter of tears, and still, no. Then Alison lowered her foreheadto her grandmother’s, and even as her lips curved, a single tearslid down her cheek while the dress glowed and glittered behindthem.

Perfect. The blue butterfly.

She took candids of the ritual while the bride dressed, thenthe formal portraits with exquisite natural light. As she’d expected,Alison was game to brave the cold on the terrace.

And Mac ignored Parker’s voice through her headset as sherushed to the Groom’s Suite to repeat the process with Rod.

She passed Parker in the hallway as she strode back to thebride. “I need the groom and party downstairs, Mac. We’re runningtwo minutes behind.”

“Oh my God!” Mac said in mock horror and ducked into theBride’s Suite.

“Guests are seated,” Parker announced in her ear momentslater. “Groom and groomsmen taking position. Emma, gatherthe bridal party.”

“On it.”

Mac slipped out to take her stand at the bottom of the stairsas Emma organized the bridesmaids.

“Party ready. Cue the music.”

“Cuing music,” Parker said, “start the procession.”

The flower girl would clearly be fine without the nap, Macdecided as the child nearly danced her way down the staircase.

She paused like a vet at Laurel’s signal, then continued at a dignified pace in her fairy dress across the foyer, into the enormousparlor, and down the aisle formed by the chairs.

The attendants followed, shimmering silver, and at last, themaid of honor in gold.

Mac crouched to aim up as the bride and her father stood atthe top of the stairs, holding hands. As the bride’s music swelled,he lifted his daughter’s hand to his lips, then to his cheek.

Even as she took the shot, Mac’s eyes stung.

Where was her own father? she wondered. Jamaica? Switzerland?Cairo?

She pushed the thought and the ache that came with it aside,and did her job.

Using Emma’s candlelight, she captured joy and tears. Thememories. And stayed invisible and separate.

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I think it's pretty low that you can buy the paperback for $3 cheaper than the e-book. I love my nook but i'm starting to wonder if im getting ripped-off. Will not read these books for that reason!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Why would the ebook be higher than the paperback. Based solely on that fact, I certainly wouldn't start this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
How sad, I own a Nook and bought the paperback because of the price. This needs to be changed.
sand7s More than 1 year ago
Very good book. one of the better Nora roberts reads I enjoyed
Jeannine12 More than 1 year ago
I have read tons of different books but never a Nora Roberts book...but this was a good book. I took it on my beach vacation and it took me 2 days to finish and i didnt want to put it down. I cant wait til December to get the next part of the series.
KayNYCNY More than 1 year ago
I have been a Nora Robert's reader for many years. She is my go-to author for escapism and romance. I read this book in less than two weekend evenings. It was not particularly original although I enjoyed the characters and found it romantic (the characters are wedding planners). Reading this book was a good escape on a hot, humid weekend in NYC with ice tea in hand and the air-conditioner on cool. After a stress-laden work week, it provided exactly what I needed. Thanks again Nora Roberts.
bitoflaurie More than 1 year ago
In the romantic genre, I pretty much exclusively read Nora Roberts books, as I have never found another author with the same feminist, creative female and male characters and story-lines that involve single 20- and 30- somethings in large family situations. My absolutely favorite series was the Chesapeake Bay series, with the four adopted Quinn brothers - the characters had difficult pasts, a challenging present and a very menacing villain to sort through and they did so with admirable character, while going through the usual romantic-novel-plot-points. I have also enjoyed Nora's other series with magical elements to them as the paranormal world is interesting in its own way. What I didn't care that much for, is the wedding planning world. The four women are bound together by their history playing together as kids - in one too many make-believe weddings. The women grow up (so to speak), and begin organizing real weddings but with the same kiddie-style drama and wedding-speak - the MOB, MOG, BM and what not. Are we in high school? Evidently not. But we seem to have emotional breakdowns that are dealt with using profane yelling, denial, dramatics and chocolate, in that order. The men come and go on the periphery, but the meat of the matter is the wedding, not the relationship. And then we have several cliched wedding scenarios that are dealt with as if the city is on attack. I understand that in wedding planning, these situations may seem as critical as anywhere else. But we are not pulled all the way into this world, so we end up seeing these women dealing with made-up crises in a superficial manner. I am quite disappointed that this book does not have the same bite as her other series, and I dread having to read three more books in the same vein. Looks like I might have to shop for another author until this series runs its course by the end of 2010.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Mac, Parker, Emma and Laurel have been friends forever so it is not a shocker that these buddies formed a business together; nor that their company Vows provides wedding and event planning, as they used to play at bride and groom as kids. When Parker's parents died, she renovated the house so her friends could comfortably move in with her as well as be on site at all times for the business. During the planning of a wedding, Mac (short for Mackenzie) runs into classmate Carter Maguire; he had a crush on her back in their school days. Mac fears relationships ever since her father abandoned his family to marry someone else and her mother's marriages turned her trepidation into a phobia. While Carter courts her thinking long term, she prefers a short fling. Meanwhile Mac's mother Linda makes a zillion selfish demands on her, but that does not disturb Mac as much as her feelings for Carter do. The first book in the Bride Quartet is a deep contemporary tale that contains the profundity expected of a Nora Roberts story. Mac is still hurt by her mother, but hides from understanding what is happening because she is expected to love her mom right or wrong. Carter has the patience of a saint as he tries to be there for his Mac and demonstrate love does not mean abuse. Ms. Roberts provides a deep relationship drama starring a wedding photographer caught on the one hand in a dysfunctional relationahip with her mom and if she reaches out with the other hand a warm caring sharing with her beloved. Harriet Klausner
mizzrizz More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed Visions in White. It was romantic and sweet. Can't wait for the rest of the series. It was my vacation book.
EffieTX More than 1 year ago
An ebook should not cost this much...
eccOR More than 1 year ago
i read this book mostly because of the cover, and in hopes that my now husband would get a clue and propose already! i found this book to be ok. i'm not a big fan of reading. i've only become a "reader" the past few years in hopes to not get alhimerz like my grandmother. i find most books have that "slow" period in the first few chapters that describe the characters and what not, that's what this book is. i wasn't planning on buying the second book, but my husband saw it, remembered i read the first, and bought it one day when i was sick. i'm glad he did I LOVED IT!!! i just got done with the third, and am impatiently waiting to see how they end!! if you can bare through this one the other two, so far, are well worth it!!
Susan51 More than 1 year ago
This book is another winner by Nora Roberts! The heroine and the hero were terrific and the whole book was fabulous. Their relationship was believable and enjoyable to read. I also loved the interaction among the four friends who owned the bridal business. Can't wait to read the next book in the series!
TAMN More than 1 year ago
I wasn't sure I would like it but I am glad I read it. I love Nora Roberts and she didn't disappoint.
PittyPatMO More than 1 year ago
I read this book in one day! I have always enjoyed reading Nora Roberts, this was definitely a true romance. No paranormal and no suspense but still great!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Perfect start to a series. Looking forward to diving into the other girls lives
TheMisses More than 1 year ago
This was my first time reading a book by Nora Roberts, i read her book because of all the raving reviews. This book took some getting used to because of her writing style i felt it very hard to understand which character was speaking and when, it is very easy to get lost in this book in the beginning. Also there are a lot of characters so try to understand their personalities or else the book wont be as good. The ending was too quick i had to read it twice because it came so fast. Other than that the book was not an escape but it was a good read to pass the time by.
bookstn More than 1 year ago
Nora Roberts continues to excell in everything she writes. I have always loved her "family" series and with the Bride Quartet Series she redifines the word. Mac Elliot is the girl all of us can see a little of ourselves as. Not quite as cute, sweet or built like the others but still alot to love. Speaking of love, Carter McQuire as the man we all love with his sexy understated bubbling professor person. The sparks that fly between these two are even hotter than Mac's red hair. What a book!Five Stars! A must read for all Nora fans and all this series will add many, many new fans.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was disappointed in this new book by Nora Roberts. I was bored from the very beginning but decided to plow through because I normally enjoy her books. Sadly, for me, it just stayed so-so throughout the book. I could of put it down and totally forgotten about it if I chose to.
KLVK More than 1 year ago
I've read that this book is a return to the series romance style that made Nora Roberts famous. Perhaps, there are no demon's, vampire's or witches. However the core of a Nora Robert's book no matter what the genre is the people. It does not matter if they are fighting evil or dealing with mother issues as Mac does in this book. You root for their happiness. I enjoyed spending time with Mac and Carter and look forward to visiting with them again when the other ladies at Vows meet their matches.
reneebooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Mackensie "Mac" Elliot and her best friends since childhood, Parker, Emma, and Laurel own and operate a wedding planning company in Connecticut called Vows. La Nora absolutely excels at developing relationships between brothers/sisters/friends and I think she has written probably about a dozen series with these types of relationships (Chesapeake Bay is my favorite series of hers) and ViW is well done in the friends relationship department. In fact I think the best part of the book was Mackensie's relationships with her three friends. The romance almost took a back seat to that... I say almost because the romance was very good.Carter is a sweet and yummy kinda bookish, nerdy guy who absolutely floors Mackensie. Mac is a tall, willowy redhead and rather flamboyant. This was definitely an opposites attract story. Carter has had a crush on Mac since high school but Mac barely remembers him. Their first meeting since high school was charmingly funny (he runs into a wall and almost knocks himself out when he accidentally finds her in her studio with just a bra and slacks). Mac is the photographer at Vows and a real pro at what she does. But Mac has lots of personal issues due to a selfish spoiled mother who thinks the world revolves around her and a non-existent father. Parker, Emma and Laurel are her "family" and she has learned to deal with her mother but not in a good way. She gives into her constant incessant demands. But with the help of her friends and Carter she eventually grows a spine and stands up to her. Carter is sweet and funny and I loved being inside his head. His insecure self-talk when he tries to get up the courage to ask her on a date was very cute. Carter is a teacher who wears tweed suits but is a hunk underneath it all and was perfect for Mac but it took her awhile to figure that out.Mac and Carter's relationship builds in a realistic way and it was an engaging story although not very steamy. If you, like me, have been missing Nora's straight romance series without all that woo-woo paranormal stuff she has been doing lately, you will probably enjoy this book as I did. And I look forward to the whole quartet with stories for Parker, Emma, and Laurel.
readinggeek451 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The first in the Bride Quartet. Four friends who grew up playing Wedding are now running an all-inclusive bridal business. First up, the photographer, whose family is absent and/or emotionally abusive. But her friends are there for her. And so is the geeky guy who had a secret crush on her in high school.Nora Roberts at the top of her game.
AJRyan6of7 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When the announcement was made that Nora Roberts was doing a four part series centering around weddings, I initially rolled my eyes and thought, "there's one series I can skip." Mostly because I'm not a "girly-girl" who's into weddings, and also based on previous experience, especially with Nora's "In The Garden" series which went on and on and on about gardens, and was packed with all kinds of garden metaphors. I was afraid I'd get overloaded on weddings and wedding metaphors with this one.But, I was actually pleasantly surprised by this one. Yes, it's about weddings, or more specifically, four friends who have a wedding planning business, but it wasn't the "wedding overload" that I thought it might be. I loved Mac and Carter both, and loved seeing their story unfold. I loved the other characters as well, and I can't wait for their stories either, even if I have to wade through all kinds of wedding talk.A great read...highly recommended.
LesaHolstine on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Nora Roberts introduces readers to the four women of Vows in this first volume. The second book, due out in December is Bed of Roses. That one will feature Emma, the flirtatious florist of the business. Roberts will capture hearts and imagination with Vision in White. After all, what's more romantic than weddings? Throw in four friends and humor for a warm, enchanting start to another promising series.
nomadreader on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I am one of the last people to read Nora Roberts. My soon-to-be mother-in-law loves her (as do many other people whose book taste I agree with), and I've been intending to read her for quite some time. When I heard about her wedding quartet series, I knew it would be the perfect introduction to her work. I've shied away from actual wedding planning books, but I have enjoyed many novels about wedding planning. The premise of the series is great: four lifelong friends have a wedding planning business. One is a photographer, one is a florist, one a pastry chef and one is the actual planner. Each book will be from a different point of view.Vision in White features Mac, the photographer. Photography is one career I think I would love but will never actually do, and I immediately connected with Mac. She does some annoying things throughout the book (seriously, she's a strong woman the entire novel, but she can't stand up to her mother, an annoyingly caricatured character) that make it hard to root for her at some points. There was too a little too much drama for my taste, but overall, I enjoyed the book. I didn't necessarily Roberts' prose, but once I got to know the characters, I focused on the story rather than the writing and read the book quite quickly.I'm looking forward to the second book in the series, Bed of Roses, which features the florist, naturally, and comes out October 27, 2009. I'm most curious to see how it will to see Mac as a minor character and if the other three transform into strong narrators over the quartet.
Catherine331 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I am big fan of Nora Robert's writing style. Even when I don't love her books I still enjoy them. It was more a case of enjoyment rather than love with this book.One of my favorite things about Nora Robert's writing is her skill in creating interesting, believable friendships with the characters. I tend to stay away from contemporary books because I always feel like I'm reading about the Twilight Zone. No one seems to cuss, people seem to be naive to the point of stupid or just way too Pollyanna. Who are these people and what world are they living in??? I don't need to relate, but I have to be able to believe. I never find that problem with Nora Roberts. Her characters are not always nice, but I like them that way. It makes them real. Everyone has a bad day and acts cranky now and then.I loved the relationship between all four friends involved in Vows. They bickered with each other and disagreed. Mac had some moments where she knew she acted horribly and had to apologize to her friends. Truthfully though, that's how real friends are. The interactions between Carter and his friends were just as hilarious though. I loved when Mac found the list that Carter's friend had made for him. It was adorable. I love reading little moments like that.Now... on to what didn't work for me. Well, the relationship between Carter and Mac was pretty flat for me. I don't feel like I got a good enough picture of why/when they fell in love. I totally got that they liked each other, but I never really felt it cross over to love. That kind of thing is so subjective for the reader though.Mac grated on my nerves a lot. I thought she needed to grow up and get a reality check. It was really hard for me to read her caving into her mom and feeling like crap about it. It drove me insane. That's not to say that I didn't find it authentic though. I have a friend just like Mac. Watching her act like that drives me insane too.I felt like the ending was really abrupt. All of a sudden Mac has an epiphany and boom it's over. It just felt wrong.One thing that I did like though... Obviously I know who the female leads of the next books will be. However, I like how the male leads weren't thrown in your face. I had my suspicions about who would pair with who (which I confirmed when I read the next book) but it wasn't blatant sequel baiting.