the back and give our intended address, I open my compendium and flick through the documents in my bound folder, complete with information about the couple, venue, budget, and requirements.
“The info you provided me is top notch, by the way. Luckily I have done a fair few church weddings, I will need to meet the church coordinator and priest to flesh out the final details. Hopefully the couple is nice.”
“Yvonne, she is lovely. Terry, not so much…”
“Why?”
He shakes his head. “He’s a bore.”
“What makes you say that?” I look up from the folder, eager to listen.
“He seemed a bit closed off. And she is super bubbly and sweet. It makes me wonder why they are even together.”
“Well you know, opposites attract.”
“Not like this couple, but you’ll see what I mean,” he keeps his eyes on the road, not wanting to discuss it any further.
Hmm, I’m curious now…
After a long drive past Rama IV Road, we arrive at the old church and head inside. Everything is the opposite of what I expected. Gabe is usually the one to gush about the venue, whereas I always see a room for improvement, immediately concocting ideas on how to dress up the space.
Instead, this time Gabe sees faded brick walls and decaying benches desperately needing wood polish. I, on the other hand, see a bright and airy space with beautiful stained-glass and red hues. I can almost hear the organ music and smell the fresh flowers, the bride walking down the aisle.
“What are you talking about, this place is gorgeous!”
“I think it needs a lot of work.”
I look up, amazed at how big the space is. “I love a lot of work.”
After examining the benches, pews and altar the door opens and I can hear a bubbly woman’s voice squeak at me.
“Oh my, it must be you! Lacey, right? And Gabe!”
I turn around to see the most adorable young woman standing down at the other end of the church. That must be Yvonne. The man standing next to her however looks at least a decade older, and has slightly hunched shoulders. That must be Terry. I wave to them and Gabe and I walk down to greet them. As I get closer, she looks even younger than I first thought. How young is this girl? She wouldn’t look out of place in a school uniform, yet she is in a tailored dress-suit and her dark blonde hair is tied up in a tight bun. I extend my hand out to shake it but she pulls me in for a big hug. She smells like strawberries and cream.
“I’m so glad you’re here! Thanks for coming on such late notice.” Her sharp hazel eyes twinkle on their own. She is as cute as a button, and as small as one too. “Wow you’re really pretty!”
I like her already.
“Oh thank you, you’re too kind!” I look at Gabe, quickly winking at him. “Well, you know Gabe and I would never say no to clients in need. Thank you for hiring us, we will do our absolute best to make your special day extraordinary.”
I look at the groom to be, who has a sour expression painted on his face. He is wearing a rather baggy and wrinkly t-shirt, cargo shorts and sandals. With unkempt curly hair and a big nose, he’s not a bad looking guy. He just looks grumpy - really grumpy.
“Congratulations on your upcoming wedding. You guys must be super excited to make it official! Everything is locked in with the church, you’ve already sent your baptismal certificates so I can work with the bishop. And thanks for sending through the letter of permission from your parish priest to the parish priest here. May I ask if one of you is more devout than the other?”
Yvonne points to Terry, Mr. Glum Face.
“You must be Terry!” I reach out my hand.
He gives me a weak smile and an even weaker handshake.
“So!” I put on a wide grin and gesture them to look down the church. “You made a wonderful choice; this church is beautiful. What made you pick this particular one?”
Yvonne looks at Terry, and then looks at me. “To be honest, our parents wanted us to get married
“The info you provided me is top notch, by the way. Luckily I have done a fair few church weddings, I will need to meet the church coordinator and priest to flesh out the final details. Hopefully the couple is nice.”
“Yvonne, she is lovely. Terry, not so much…”
“Why?”
He shakes his head. “He’s a bore.”
“What makes you say that?” I look up from the folder, eager to listen.
“He seemed a bit closed off. And she is super bubbly and sweet. It makes me wonder why they are even together.”
“Well you know, opposites attract.”
“Not like this couple, but you’ll see what I mean,” he keeps his eyes on the road, not wanting to discuss it any further.
Hmm, I’m curious now…
After a long drive past Rama IV Road, we arrive at the old church and head inside. Everything is the opposite of what I expected. Gabe is usually the one to gush about the venue, whereas I always see a room for improvement, immediately concocting ideas on how to dress up the space.
Instead, this time Gabe sees faded brick walls and decaying benches desperately needing wood polish. I, on the other hand, see a bright and airy space with beautiful stained-glass and red hues. I can almost hear the organ music and smell the fresh flowers, the bride walking down the aisle.
“What are you talking about, this place is gorgeous!”
“I think it needs a lot of work.”
I look up, amazed at how big the space is. “I love a lot of work.”
After examining the benches, pews and altar the door opens and I can hear a bubbly woman’s voice squeak at me.
“Oh my, it must be you! Lacey, right? And Gabe!”
I turn around to see the most adorable young woman standing down at the other end of the church. That must be Yvonne. The man standing next to her however looks at least a decade older, and has slightly hunched shoulders. That must be Terry. I wave to them and Gabe and I walk down to greet them. As I get closer, she looks even younger than I first thought. How young is this girl? She wouldn’t look out of place in a school uniform, yet she is in a tailored dress-suit and her dark blonde hair is tied up in a tight bun. I extend my hand out to shake it but she pulls me in for a big hug. She smells like strawberries and cream.
“I’m so glad you’re here! Thanks for coming on such late notice.” Her sharp hazel eyes twinkle on their own. She is as cute as a button, and as small as one too. “Wow you’re really pretty!”
I like her already.
“Oh thank you, you’re too kind!” I look at Gabe, quickly winking at him. “Well, you know Gabe and I would never say no to clients in need. Thank you for hiring us, we will do our absolute best to make your special day extraordinary.”
I look at the groom to be, who has a sour expression painted on his face. He is wearing a rather baggy and wrinkly t-shirt, cargo shorts and sandals. With unkempt curly hair and a big nose, he’s not a bad looking guy. He just looks grumpy - really grumpy.
“Congratulations on your upcoming wedding. You guys must be super excited to make it official! Everything is locked in with the church, you’ve already sent your baptismal certificates so I can work with the bishop. And thanks for sending through the letter of permission from your parish priest to the parish priest here. May I ask if one of you is more devout than the other?”
Yvonne points to Terry, Mr. Glum Face.
“You must be Terry!” I reach out my hand.
He gives me a weak smile and an even weaker handshake.
“So!” I put on a wide grin and gesture them to look down the church. “You made a wonderful choice; this church is beautiful. What made you pick this particular one?”
Yvonne looks at Terry, and then looks at me. “To be honest, our parents wanted us to get married
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