“So catering wise, I believe you told me over the phone that a lot of your guests were either vegan or vegetarian. I think it would be smart to have a variety of options for everyone, so we should definitely cater from a place thats diverse in option.
The wedding planner continues rambling on about the specifics of my wedding, and although its supposed to be a special and joyous day, my mood remains sour due to my tired state. We had been constantly planning the wedding for several days now, I hadnt gotten any time for myself.
In addition to this, Harry had been working excessively in the studio. He had come home past midnight every day this week, and by the time I would wake up to a bright ray of sunlight slapping me in the face, his side of the bed would be neatly left behind.
I proceed the link right now thought he would at least give some cake flavors a taste, help design the background and accessory to the wedding, or come with me to look at flowers or possible bouquets. Instead, he had practically locked himself inside of his studio with Jeff, constantly stressing for an album that wasnt even due until 3 months after the wedding.
“Y/N?” the wedding planner, Mariah, waved her fake nail encrusted hands in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts entirely.
“Sorry Mariah, what were you saying?” You politely but tiredly respond. She reopens the thick binder bulging with pictures and colorful papers, pointing to two designs for the walls of the wedding.
“Since you hadnt chosen your dress yet, I figured the designs for the elegance of the background could match with your dress. However, if you decide to go with a dress that uses a lot of tulle, a more festive backdrop would look better. Now im not telling you to be stressed, but I talked to the people who design the festive backdrops, and they need a call confirming the order right away so that we can be prepared for the wedding.”
Mariah tells you, trying her best to reassure you. You had wanted to go dress shopping for weeks. Buying the beautiful white gown you would walk down the aisle in had always been a dream of yours. However, every time you had asked Harry, he had procrastinated and pushed the scheduled day back over and over again.
You didnt mind Harry missing things like the bouquet, or even the cake, but you did want his opinion on which dress to wear. Although it may have been considered bad luck to see the bride in the dress before the wedding, the purchasing of a gorgeous dress was something youd always discussed with him.
“Ill talk to Harry today. Do you have the pictures of the dress styles I picked out?” You ask her. She nods, flipping through her binder once more before taking a few photos out of a slot and handing them to you.
The prospect of marriage had always been a discussion between the two of you. In late night car rides and midnight waffle house trips, one thing you had always discussed was the details of your dream wedding, occasionally joking about how wild it would be.
But now that the time to plan had come, the wedding being only a few weeks away, Harry had almost completely isolated himself from your planning. Whenever he came home late in the evening, you would ask him about small details like the flavors of the cake, to which he would respond, “Im tired, baby. Can we discuss this tomorrow?”