Emma consulted her Blackberry and the detailed wedding “Master Schedule” Leena had painstakingly entered into a Microsoft Outlook spreadsheet program. 7:45 a.m.—Hair for bride and bridal party 9 a.m.—Makeup for bride and bridal party 11 a.m.—Videographer arrives Noon—Limo arrives for bride and bridal party 12:20 p.m.—Groom arrives at church 12:25 p.m.—Groom meets photographer at St. Francis church parking lot for groom and groomsmen photos Emma stopped checking her Blackberry and glanced at her watch: 7:55 a.m. Damn, she was already late. Leena was going to kill her. Reaching into her parked Prius, Emma grabbed the garment bag holding her cornflower blue bridesmaid’s dress, her backpack, and a tote bag filled with miscellaneous stuff and took off toward the groom’s house behind the Rock Creek Animal Clinic. Leena had taken over the large house and temporarily given her groom-to-be the boot during the preparations. “Sorry I’m late,” Emma was breathless from running .
