Young Texan gets run through the wringer by demanding brides and an unbelievably attractive fireman.
One wonders why a person would ever subject herself to the chaos of a wedding every working day of her life by being a wedding planner, but presumably such people do exist—even outside of fiction—and they’re deserving of pity. Here, Lockwood’s colorless heroine, twentysomething Lauren Crandell, is one of them. Recently divorced, Lauren spends her time making sure that her clients’ weddings give them a better chance at happily-ever-after than she had. Things for Lauren aren’t perfect. She still can’t quite forget her loser ex-husband and get on with her life, her “boss” is a hellacious piece of work with a near-Satanic ball of fur that some would call a cat, and, meanwhile, her definition-of-selfish sister gets all the attention. In one day, Lauren’s two weddings go awry in rather spectacularly physical ways, involving the ministrations of Austin fireman (and soap-opera-ready) Nick Corona. Although Lauren (not surprisingly) develops a five-alarm crush on him, she is quite shocked to find out that Nick reciprocates. Lauren can’t be allowed to just have a nice fantasy relationship, of course, and so begin the roadblocks, primary among them being one of Lauren’s firm’s newest clients, Darla Tendenski, a drop-dead-gorgeous Gwyneth blond of the type born to make other girls (this not being a book for women, but girls) insanely jealous. Other problems have to do with a tedious mistaken identity case; Lauren’s friends (one nice, the other bitchy); an exciting trip to the Container Store, etc. First-timer Lockwood has some talent, especially when it comes to depicting Austin’s mellow airs, but she falls short of even her admittedly simple goals: the pages flip by smoothly but utterly without necessity.
Beige and blah: strictly for the J. Crew set.