No Black and White Tales

It was supposed to be a slow Sunday today.

SUPPOSED.

It wasn't though.

I had to go to the hotel/chapel with Samuel who arrived on Friday to Australia. He's been working nonstop on the whole wedding. I'm guessing he's become best friends with everyone at the hotel because they call him Master Samuel. Not only that, but he removed the white streak from his hair, making him look like a celebrity. He's 6'6 and thin, knows how to dress and he's all about designing and photographing; Sammy's a total model.

Oh sorry. Strike that. MASTER SAMUEL.

"This wedding will be absolutely gorgeous. The wedding of the century!"

I laughed. The idea of ME, Lucille Marie Delton, getting married still seemed rather strange. Somewhere deep inside, I was still the 16 year old teen who was terrified of ever being committed. Strange that I could change so much and that now it's all I wanted. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I was totally in love with my future husband, or that it gave me peace to know that I would be starting a family with the man I loved.

"Earth to LUCY!" Sam clapped his hand next to my ear.

"Yes! Listening..."

"Time to confirm everything...."

I took out my Ipad and glasses and nodded.

"Flowers, tables, music, decoration, dresses, ambience, seating, guest list, priest, rings, vows...." he continued reading for at least 10 more minutes with all the details of the whole event.

"Check to everything."

"I can't believe we're done a month early."

"We have been working nonstop for the past six months. Oh! Did we call the caterers about the food?"

"That's all organized too. We've got plates coming from France. Your grandmother said she'd only be attending if she got that fancy "poupoubleh" whatever.... in the menu".

"I know. I told her that she shouldn't feel forced into coming... but Eric managed to get the whole clan down here for the wedding. The complete hotel is reserved...."

Samuel rolled his eyes. "Ah... Eric Delton... ever the caveman... if it's not BIG he can't do anything."

"Anyways... the fact that they will ALL be here, puts a little pressure on me."

"Pressure on you?" Sammy quirked his eyebrow "All you have to do is come to the wedding and look pretty, and read your vows... and say I do. How hard can that be?"

"With 50 plus Deltons starring at you... it can be hard."

"But you want them here, don't you? This will be the moment where they all acknowledge you. You're marrying well... forget that, hon. YOU are marrying. That in itself is teaching them all a lesson."

It was my turn to shake my head and roll my eyes. "You know what. I want the big wedding, and the champagne, and the music, and the whole package... but most importantly, I just want the wedding."

And that's the truth.