second I wished I was one of the guests so I could help myself to a second serving.
Not to say the event didn’t go without a hitch. Between Tristan, Gabe, and I scurrying around making sure the guests had adequate shading and refreshments to get through the two hour ceremony, the chateau’s resident pig Marcel oinking loudly every twenty minutes, and the music halting mid-way due to one of the chefs accidentally turning off the power supply, it was a stress. But a stress that turned out to be a success.
It’s not over yet. The hard work is yet to come for the reception tomorrow, and I am already itching to get my hands on my laptop to prepare for the second day.
It’s 6pm and I’m back in Paris in my hotel room, preparing for the second day of celebrations tomorrow. Mostly everything is done, except one thing and it better be done as well.
I press the call button on my phone, and after three rings, the decorator Marcy’s voice comes through.
“Hello?”
“Marcy, it’s me,” I reply.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I need an update on the wedding favours.” They better be done; they are only due tomorrow at 9am.
She sighs impatiently. “Err, so we’re about half way done with putting the tags on the handmade scented candles, and—”
“Half way? What? They should have been done by last night.”
Another huff blares through the receiver. “Kate’s a bit slow doing the tags, and you want it tied in a certain style…”
“Well if it’s easier just to tie them in the way you think is easier, please do it that way,” I start to raise my voice but I stop myself, taking a moment to breathe quietly. “Marcy, you there?”
“Yeah?”
“What about the Jordan almonds? Have they been wrapped?”
“Yes, we just finished it this morning”
“And the crystal key chains? Have the labels been wrapped on them?”
“Yes, we just finished that last night.”
“Okay and the tote bags, you guys have enough right?”
“Yes, 200.”
“No I said 220, I made that very clear.” I pinch my nose, trying to get it clear to her.
“It’s too late, we can’t—”
“No, I don’t want to hear can’t. I asked for this at the beginning and you need to deliver what was promised. Make it happen, think of a way please,” I roll my eyes heavenward. Do I need to spell it out for her?
Another loud sigh comes through the phone. “ Fine , is that all?”
“Yes, that’s all for now. I’m still awaiting the confirmation about the peony centrepiece but I’ll call you as soon as I find out.”
“Yep, fine. See you,” she hangs up abruptly.
Ugh!
“I take it you don’t like her very much?” Gabe asks, stifling a giggle. “You should have made me talk to her, I’ll have her laughing her tits off in no time.”
I smirk as I start typing on my laptop. “Apart from the fact that she sighs more than she breathes, everything is going crystal smooth. Even the caterer has come through and agreed to the set changes. The venue is all good for tomorrow, they were happy to put out the extra table. Anything else?”
Gabe looks at his notes. “Nope, I’ve had such a blast planning this one!” He chuckles.
I laugh softly. “Me too. It also helps thattheir menu is to die for, tomorrow should be lots of fun. Well except for…” I stop myself when I’m reminded of the fact that Victoria will be there tomorrow. No doubt with her hands all over Tristan.
“What?’ Gabe asks.
“Never mind.”
“I bet you can’t wait to have some lovey-dovey time with Tristan when this wedding is over huh?” he teases.
“Uh-huh, that’s the least of my concerns right now,” I murmur, concentrating on the laptop. “I just want to get this wedding over the line, make it absolutely perfect tomorrow.”
I hate to admit it, but Gabe is right. Secretly, I’m dying for this wedding to finish so I can hang out with Tristan again, and perhaps spend some one-on-one time with him. He says I’m the one he wants and I do
Not to say the event didn’t go without a hitch. Between Tristan, Gabe, and I scurrying around making sure the guests had adequate shading and refreshments to get through the two hour ceremony, the chateau’s resident pig Marcel oinking loudly every twenty minutes, and the music halting mid-way due to one of the chefs accidentally turning off the power supply, it was a stress. But a stress that turned out to be a success.
It’s not over yet. The hard work is yet to come for the reception tomorrow, and I am already itching to get my hands on my laptop to prepare for the second day.
It’s 6pm and I’m back in Paris in my hotel room, preparing for the second day of celebrations tomorrow. Mostly everything is done, except one thing and it better be done as well.
I press the call button on my phone, and after three rings, the decorator Marcy’s voice comes through.
“Hello?”
“Marcy, it’s me,” I reply.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I need an update on the wedding favours.” They better be done; they are only due tomorrow at 9am.
She sighs impatiently. “Err, so we’re about half way done with putting the tags on the handmade scented candles, and—”
“Half way? What? They should have been done by last night.”
Another huff blares through the receiver. “Kate’s a bit slow doing the tags, and you want it tied in a certain style…”
“Well if it’s easier just to tie them in the way you think is easier, please do it that way,” I start to raise my voice but I stop myself, taking a moment to breathe quietly. “Marcy, you there?”
“Yeah?”
“What about the Jordan almonds? Have they been wrapped?”
“Yes, we just finished it this morning”
“And the crystal key chains? Have the labels been wrapped on them?”
“Yes, we just finished that last night.”
“Okay and the tote bags, you guys have enough right?”
“Yes, 200.”
“No I said 220, I made that very clear.” I pinch my nose, trying to get it clear to her.
“It’s too late, we can’t—”
“No, I don’t want to hear can’t. I asked for this at the beginning and you need to deliver what was promised. Make it happen, think of a way please,” I roll my eyes heavenward. Do I need to spell it out for her?
Another loud sigh comes through the phone. “ Fine , is that all?”
“Yes, that’s all for now. I’m still awaiting the confirmation about the peony centrepiece but I’ll call you as soon as I find out.”
“Yep, fine. See you,” she hangs up abruptly.
Ugh!
“I take it you don’t like her very much?” Gabe asks, stifling a giggle. “You should have made me talk to her, I’ll have her laughing her tits off in no time.”
I smirk as I start typing on my laptop. “Apart from the fact that she sighs more than she breathes, everything is going crystal smooth. Even the caterer has come through and agreed to the set changes. The venue is all good for tomorrow, they were happy to put out the extra table. Anything else?”
Gabe looks at his notes. “Nope, I’ve had such a blast planning this one!” He chuckles.
I laugh softly. “Me too. It also helps thattheir menu is to die for, tomorrow should be lots of fun. Well except for…” I stop myself when I’m reminded of the fact that Victoria will be there tomorrow. No doubt with her hands all over Tristan.
“What?’ Gabe asks.
“Never mind.”
“I bet you can’t wait to have some lovey-dovey time with Tristan when this wedding is over huh?” he teases.
“Uh-huh, that’s the least of my concerns right now,” I murmur, concentrating on the laptop. “I just want to get this wedding over the line, make it absolutely perfect tomorrow.”
I hate to admit it, but Gabe is right. Secretly, I’m dying for this wedding to finish so I can hang out with Tristan again, and perhaps spend some one-on-one time with him. He says I’m the one he wants and I do
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