CHAPTER ONETHE Wedding Belles’ three-story townhouse in the heart of Boston was always aflurry of activity, but that Friday, the number of people and the noise level theycreated had hit new heights. Brides—accompanied by their attendants and cluckingmothers—filled the offices and spilled into the hallways. The scent of chocolatecake wafted through the air. A rainbow of color flowed from gowns through flowerarrangements and favors for the reception dinner tables. Sequins on white bridedresses and veils caught the morning sun pouring in through the windows and sentflashes of light through the foyer, into the corridors, up the stairs.Audra Greene, accountant for Wedding Belles, worked her way through a gaggle ofgiggling bridesmaids, creating a rustle of satin and lace. She edged around thewedding party considering various shades of blue and the party trying on dresses inpinks and lavenders, smiling politely and saying, “Hello,” and “Excuse me,” on her wayto her third-floor office.Finally there, she closed the thick wooden door and leaned against it with a sigh.The Belles’ copper-haired, pixie-featured general assistant, Julie Montgomery,laughed. “It’s a jungle out there.”Removing her navy blue coat, Audra strode to her antique desk. “How manyweddings are they working on?”“Let’s see. The weddings for June of next year are in the initial planning stages.September brides are finalizing details.”“And April brides are panicking?” Audra hung her coat in the closet before she slidonto her tall-backed brown suede chair in front of the billowing yellow silk drapesthat gave the room the rich, elegant feel that she loved.