Prudell,” her assistant Mandy began, “your eleven o’clock bride and her mother are here to see you. Shall I send them in?” Stacy pressed the intercom button on her desk phone and spoke calmly. “Yes, thank you Mandy. And would you see to it that we have some iced tea?” “Yes, Mrs. Prudell,” she answered before clicking off. Stacy could hear the snarky tone in her voice, and if it had been anyone other than Mandy she’d have had a fit. As it was, Mandy was one of her dearest friends, and she reserved the “Mrs. Prudell” stuff for whenever there was a client around. Otherwise, Mandy was just as likely to tell it like it was as anyone else Stacy was lucky enough to have in her inner circle. “Mrs. D’Argenzio, thank you for coming in today. And Miss D’Argenzio, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Stacy gushed in her usual reserved, professional yet eager manner, the tone she adopted whenever she met a new bride and her mother for the first time.
