“Wonderful!” Delores said, “Truffles are one of my favorite things.” She gave Sally a grateful smile and reached into the box for one. She took a bite and her smile grew even wider. “This one is strawberry and they’re wonderful, Sally!”

“Thank you. And now I’d better get the rest of the entrees Doc and the girls ordered. Doc said you’d be having refreshments at the bridal shower, but are you sure you don’t want something else to eat?”

“Well . . . a little chicken salad sandwich with the crusts cut off only goes so far. Do you have your oso bucco tonight?”

“We do.”

“Then I’ll have that. And what I don’t finish, Doc will probably have for breakfast . . . right, Doc?”

“TMI, Lori.”

Delores laughed. “Too much information. I learned that just the other day from Hannah.” She turned back to Sally. “Please forget you heard that.”

“Consider it forgotten,” Sally said. She patted Delores on the shoulder and then she hurried back to the kitchen.

“I have a toast,” Delores said when Sally had left. “I want to thank all of you for being so patient with me. I know I promised I wouldn’t change my mind again, but I just had the best idea for the wedding.”

The three Swensen sisters and Lisa exchanged glances. It was clear that all four of them were thinking the same thought. Uh-oh! She’s going to do it again!

“What’s your idea, Mother?” Hannah asked.

“Pink! Wouldn’t pink be a perfect wedding color?”

Hannah came close to groaning. With her red hair she did not look pretty in pink. “Does this mean you’re going to wear pink on your wedding?”

“No, dear. I was thinking about the bridesmaid dresses and the bridal bouquet. I think little pink roses mixed with something white would be absolutely perfect. Pink and white. It’s a simply lovely combination. Yes, I’ve decided. I want white for the other wedding color.”

“You’re planning to wear white?” Lisa asked.

“Heavens no! I’d never wear white. This is a second wedding for me and I’m not exactly the blushing bride, you know.”

Doc laughed. “You can say that again!”

While Hannah, Michelle, Andrea, and Lisa struggled to contain their laughter, Delores turned to Doc in shock.

“Doc!” she exclaimed, her eyes flashing fire.

“Relax, Lori. Three of the four girls sitting at this table are your daughters, and I delivered all three of them. I know you’re not the blushing bride.”

“Oh,” Delores said, and her angry expression turned into a smile. “Of course you know. You were my doctor.”

“I’m still your doctor.”

“Yes, you are.” Delores turned back to them again. “I’m sorry I’ve been so indecisive about the wedding plans. It’s just . . . well . . . I want everything to be perfect.”

“That’s okay, Mother,” Hannah said, and she meant it.

Andrea nodded. “Don’t worry about it, Mother.”