There's only so much taffeta and toile a girl can take.
Passionate, talented, and noticeably stunning, Mia Savard is the top designer at her father's thriving bridal design company.
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July 25, 2006
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Excerpt from Marriage by Design by Lynn Michaels
Mia Savard loved fashion. Anyone who looked in her closet could tell you that, once they picked their jaw up from the floor.
In design school Mia excelled at classes in textiles and pattern-making. Blindfolded she could sew a seam straight as a laser. She dreamed designs. Her illustrations won awards that hung on her father Lucien's office wall.
Mia simply hated brides.
It was nothing personal. Some of her best friends were brides, had been brides or were about to become brides. Which had absolutely nothing to do, Mia swore to her father, with her loathing for brides.
'I' m simply up to here with bridal gowns. 'Mia held her index finger against her eyebrows, in her father's office one snowy Thursday morning in November. 'If I have to design another one, I'll scream.'
'Pish. 'Lucien didn't even bother to look up from the stack of sketches on his desk. 'You're having a snit because all your friends are getting married and that bum What's-His-Name dumped you.'
'The bum's name is Terence and this is not a snit, 'Mia insisted. She couldn't argue about being dumped; it was true and the hurt still throbbed like a stubbed toe. "I'm bored as stiff as a bolt of tulle with bridal gowns. Move me to the trousseau line."
Lucien plucked a sketch off the stack, crumpled it and threw it over his right shoulder. 'No.'
'Move me, 'Mia said. 'Or I'll quit.'
'Absolutely not, 'her father replied.
'All right. If that's the way you want it.'
Lucien's Paul Newman' blue eyes lifted and narrowed at her over the silver half-lenses perched on his fine patrician nose. Mia had her mother's snipped-off pixie nose. She hated it. These days she hated almost everything. Especially Terence the Bum, the GQ hunk formerly known as Terence the Love of Her Life.
'I battled your brother, Mia, and I battled your sister. 'While Mia was still in design school, but she'd heard about the Sibling Wars from nonfamily Savard employees. 'Do not threaten me. You will not win.'