VIOLA
I’ve never had this situation before. Ashley tells me that the bride has no proof. She’s not even sure
who the groom might be cheating with if he is cheating.
I calm Ashley enough that she stops crying and I try to make her feel better. I remind her of what a
great job she has done for me every time I have needed her and that everything has been fine. I try to
assure her that everything will be fine today too. I suggest that she rather goes home and does not
attend the reception but she insists that she will.
I am tempted to pull the groom to one side before the reception and tell him what I’ve been told and tell
him to keep his dick in his pants at least for today figuratively speaking. But it’s no business of mine. If
the bride is wrong and I bring this up, I could be sued, and so could Ashley. I would probably lose my
whole reputation and my business, never mind the fact that I would have to refund the money I have
been paid for this wedding. I could do it but that’s beside the point. I would possibly never get another
wedding in my life.
No, the show must go on. I think positively and try to assure Ashley again that everything will be fine.
There’s no harm in positive thinking. Right?
Ashley goes home to rest and fix her makeup before returning for the reception. The team has finished
their lunch and have left by the time I go outside again.
I leave and head home where I rest a bit and have a shower. I always build in the time to get home, get
changed, and have a shower before the reception. The job of a wedding planner is not an easy one
and the amount of sweating that I do at the church is unbelievable. There is no way I can go all day
without a shower and a change of clothes.
Ready for ‘round two’ as I refer to the reception, I get in my car and head to the location. I’m early as
always. The reception is being held at the Bel Air Bay Club.
I move through the building and out to the gardens making sure that everything is going according to
plan. I search for the man I saw outside the church earlier but he doesn’t appear to have arrived yet.
It’s still early though and not many guests have arrived yet.
There are no hiccups and aside from what Ashley told me, I think the reception will go off perfectly.
The wedding couple and their families arrive and are directed to the gardens. It’s time for the photos to
be done before the reception starts.
I watch the bride and groom together. The bride seems happy. I watch her and notice that her face
gives away nothing other than the appearance of being happy. I’m sure it was just nerves and paranoia
I tell myself. Now the bride is married and she realizes there is nothing to be worried about at all.
The families gather, meet, greet and chat as they wait for their turn to pose in the photos with the happy
couple. It always makes me happy to see the union of two families through one happy couple. The
marriages don’t always last but I don’t think of that. What matters is today and the happiness that the
couple shares. The bride seems to relax and even smiles and laughs.
There you go, I think. Sure, she was the toughest bride yet for Ashley but there’s nothing to worry
about.
The photos take a long time and by the time they’re finished the guests are waiting where they are
seated in the garden area. Using my walkie-talkie, I check with everyone that we are ‘green’ and get
confirmation from all of them.
I make my way to the table furthest from the tables of honor. I sit down and run through things again.
Everything is taken care of.
The reception begins and the MC has the guests in laughter as he tells tales about the newlyweds and
jokes with them. From here on out the MC runs the show. I take orders from him if need be and make
sure what he needs at any given moment is taken care of.
The reception couldn’t be better. I think it’s one of the best ever. Ashley has arrived and is seated with
me at the table. I assure her repeatedly that everything is okay and she seems to relax.
As we begin to eat, I see him. He doesn’t see me and my eyes follow him as he mingles with the other
guests, smiling and talking with nothing but god-given confidence. I watch him because I want to know
if he is with someone but at no stage do I see a partner.
I wonder who he is. I did not see him at the photo session so I doubt he is family. He must be here with
an invite and I wonder who has invited him. He sees me again and smiles. I blush and look away again
quickly. I feel my face grow redder as I see him approaching with my peripheral vision.
I realize he is looking straight at me. I feel my panties soaking again as I blush. Control yourself! I scold
myself mentally. The man hasn’t even spoken to you yet and you’re flooding your panties! He probably
only needs salt or something anyway.
I look up at him as he stops beside me. He looks down at me and his lips part in a smile revealing
sparkling white teeth. I give him the quick once over. He is wearing a grey suit and a white shirt that
looks as if it’s been pressed by a steamroller. There is not a single crease on it. It’s immaculate. He
wears a tie which looks black in the light. It’s the right length. His suit fits perfectly. It’s neither too big
nor too tight for his toned frame. His shoes finish his outfit and they simply gleam as if they’ve been
waxed and polished at a car wash.
My eyes meet his again. He is still smiling. I blush again like a little girl who has just been spoken to by
her first high school crush.
“Hi. I’m Rick,” he says offering his hand. His voice is so calm yet masculine and firm.
And I am so wet. No man has ever had this effect on me.
I stand so I won’t be craning my neck to admire this gorgeous, heaven-sent gift of a man. I take his
hand and shake it without realizing what I am doing. I feel as if I have no control over my body and it’s
simply acting of its own volition. His skin is soft and warm and I picture his hands running over my
naked skin as I blush again.
“I’m Viola,” I say. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Rick smiles. He leans across the table and offers his hand to Ashley who takes it and
blushes as well. They greet each other before Rick turns back to me.
“Could we take a walk?” he asks.
“I… I…,” I stutter. I’m at a loss for words and look at Ashley desperately for help.
She is smiling and nods waving me away with her hand.
“… okay,” I manage to say.
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