VIOLA
I do not sleep well at all through the night. My mind is too full of the possibilities of what might happen.
To be honest I am expecting the worst but praying for a miracle.
Since I can’t sleep, I finally move to the couch and turn on the television. I tune into the local news
channel and things go from bad to worse. I thought it was simply a local story that would pass quickly
but I thought wrong.
I suppose there’s some young ‘wannabe great reporter’ at the station who’s decided that this story
might just be their ticket to something bigger. They have dug up more information about the wedding
and, more importantly, my business. I listen as the latest news about the story is broadcast and feel
sick. If only it was morning sickness, it would surely be better than this.
The reporter is a young woman, blond and pretty with a captivating smile who seems only too happy to
be telling the world about me and my business.
“…it would seem that the world of the wedding planner is no longer about ensuring that couples have
the best day of their lives when they get married. It seems that behind the scenes of the wedding
planner’s business, it’s all about the commercial aspects that generate as much cash as possible.
Wedding planners are in big demand with wedding locations that offer wedding planners discounts or
incentives to host their clients’ weddings at their location. Other suppliers do the same, including cake
suppliers, clothing suppliers, gift suppliers, virtually anyone and everyone who has a role to play. The
happy couple is no longer the important client but wedding planners have become the royalty in the
wedding business. Everyone bows to them and offers them more and more incentives without their
clients being any the wiser and to make matters worse the incentives given to wedding planners are
seldom passed on to their clients. The people deriving the greatest benefits from planning weddings for
customers are the wedding planners themselves who are getting wealthier and wealthier as wedding
costs are being inflated, costs which are all passed on to the wedding couple and their families to fit the
bill. In the wedding which went so disastrously wrong this evening, a new aspect was brought to light.
The wedding planner for this wedding employs a ‘cold feet’ counselor, someone whose job it is to coax
brides and even grooms through their pre-wedding doubts which are commonly referred to as cold feet.
It has been brought to my attention that the bride at tonight’s disastrous wedding expressed her doubts
to this specialist employed by the wedding planner and the specialist pushed the bride to ignore it, and
even tried to make her believe that she was wrong about believing her husband to be was cheating on
her before the wedding. We all know now what the outcome was. The groom was literally caught with
his pants down in a compromising situation with the bridesmaid. They were caught in the bathroom at
the wedding reception as depicted by this video shot at the time by a wedding guest. Who in this
situation is guilty? Is it the husband? Well, he is guilty of one thing but, would this have happened if the
bride and never been pushed to go through with the wedding in the first place? Should the public be
calling for the wedding planning industry to be regulated by law? Is the wedding planner, Viola Holt
going to be sued by the bride and her family?
I’m Sandra Brown and I’ll keep you updated as this story develops…”
I mute the television. I have the sick feeling that I am watching my death as it is happening. I look at my
phone. There were no messages. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Right now, I long for someone,
anyone, to text me. Anyone regardless if they tell me I am the most useless, selfish, manipulative,
greedy bitch they have ever known. I would prefer an instant message from a friend offering a shoulder
to cry on but lacking that I would settle for the former option. Anything to keep my mind away from its
thoughts of what the day will bring later when the rest of the world wakes up from its slumber.
I decide to return the family’s money. All of it. Not just the profits as I had planned to do. Everything. I
can afford it. It will hurt me but what more can I do?
Under the circumstances, it’s the best thing to do. At least I can let Trish and her parents feel as if they
have not been cheated financially.
I eventually fall asleep on the sofa watching a reality television show about couples’ weddings. I know
the show well and I even hoped to be featured on the show at some point but I am now pretty sure that
dream has gone up in smoke. They wouldn’t touch me with an Instamatic camera much less feature
me on their television series.
My sleep is troubled and at some time I must have woken up and turned off the television. When I
finally wake, I realize that my body decided to reclaim the hours of rest it needed but had was denied
by my mind the night before.
It’s nine am.
Damn! I jump off the sofa and almost run to the bathroom where I shower and brush my teeth in record
time. I dry myself, get dressed, and apply very little makeup. I check my look in the mirror and decide
that I am dressed down well enough. I do not wish to appear to be too smart and expensively dressed
when I met Trish’s parents. I am sure they have heard the news by now and I do not want to give that
reporter woman, Sandra’s accusations any vindication.
I leave home and head to Trish’s parents. It takes me thirty minutes to reach their home. When I stop
outside there’s a five series BMW parked outside. I wonder who it belongs to. It most certainly isn’t the
family’s car. I’ve been here enough times during the course of preparing for the wedding to know it’s
not their vehicle.
I take a good look at it as I walk up the drive and reach the front door. I ring the bell and wait nervously
for the door to open chastising myself for not dressing better.
The door is opened by Trish’s father, George. He looks at me coldly.
“Good morning,” he says omitting my name as if saying it would be distasteful, perhaps even
poisonous.
“Good morning, sir,” I say. “May I come in?”
“After last night’s fiasco, you are the last person I expected to see. You’re not welcome but I suppose
we do have something to talk about. We are busy with another meeting though, so if you don’t mind
waiting in the entrance hall until we are finished…”
“Certainly. I understand,” I reply. George steps back and lets me in.
I hold my handbag as I wait patiently in the entrance hall. I can hear soft voices in the living room but I
can’t hear what they’re saying. From the tone of the voices, I gather that they are nearly finished. I am
right. George reappears a short while later escorting their guest to the door.
When I see him, I feel as if my blood starts boiling instantly. I know my face is flushed and it’s not from
the brief period of intimacy we shared but because of my anger at him.
Rick. I should have known. He sees me, smiles and winks, and then his face becomes serious as he
shakes his head almost imperceptibly with what I believe is disappointment. I have never seen
someone try on so many expressions so fast. I feel my gut twist. I’m sure he is here because of me,
and I’m sure he’s coming for me. I feel sick as I feel myself flush like a child scolded in public even
though no-one has said anything.
George greets Rick and shakes his hand. He watches him leave before closing the door and then
waves to me indicating I should follow him as he heads back to the living room.
We enter the living room and my eyes meet Emma. She seems to have aged overnight. She looks at
me with sadness. I see the pain of someone who feels betrayed in her eyes.
George crosses to Emma and gently takes her hand. They sit down on the sofa together and George
pats her hand reassuringly.
“Please have a seat,” George says looking at me.
I sit down but only on the edge of the single-seater sofa, behind me.
“Mr. and Mrs. Benton, I came here to tell you how truly sorry I am for what happened last night. I expect
that you’ve heard the news by now. You must…”
Emma looks up her eyes suddenly hard. “What were you thinking?” she asks her voice rising steadily
as she speaks. “What in heavens name made you believe talking anyone out of cold feet when they’re
getting married was a good idea?”
“Experience has shown me that people get cold feet. When the bride or groom or both get cold feet,
they do eventually get married. I did what I did because I know how hard it is to get people to come
from so many different places at such an expense only to be disappointed if the wedding doesn’t go
ahead.”
“Do you think I care?” Emma asked. “Do you think I care about the cost? I care about my daughter. She
is everything that matters.”
“I understand Mrs. Benton. Trish is the most important person in this situation and I am truly sorry…”
“It’s easy to say sorry after the damage has been done. Sorry makes nothing right. Trish will live with
the scars of yesterday for all of her life.”
“I know. I am truly sorry. I was wrong. I can’t go back and change what happened and I am truly sorry.
Please forgive me…”
“…forgive you? Forgive you?” Emma’s voice rises as she speaks. I see spittle fly from her mouth as
she turns a lighter shade of purple. “You dare to come in here and make this about you? How dare you
ask for forgiveness? You knew… you knew Trish had doubts and a valid reason for those doubts and
yet you pushed her to go through with it. How embarrassing do you think it is to stand in a reception full
of guests who toast you and your husband only to be in the front of the same people ten minutes later
when the groom is caught with his… his… fucking dick in that… that tart?”
“I’m sorry, Mrs.…”
“Shut up!” Emma says. “Have you ever been married? Have you?”
I shake my head.
“So, you don’t have a clue about what it means to get married? You don’t have a clue what it takes to
arrange a wedding for someone unless you’ve been there yourself. It should have been the first
question we asked.”
“I beg to differ Mrs.…”
“You are not a wedding planner. You are a wedding bully! If it’s the last thing I do, I will see you, your
name, your business flushed away to the sewers but before I do that, I’ll make damn sure everyone
knows you’re…”
“… Emma…” George tries to stop his wife but she brushes his hand away.
“…shit!” she finishes vehemently.
George grasps Emma’s hand quickly and squeezes it. “Honey, calm down. Please. Let me talk.”
“Why? Don’t you support me?” Emma asks angrily rounding on her husband. He does not reply but I
imagine the look on his face is one she knows well or perhaps one she has never seen before but
knows it means that she needs to back off.
Emma stands and storms from the living room.
Silence settles over us. I want to talk but I’m afraid to do so will be the wrong thing to do.
George finally speaks. “Do you know who the gentleman was who left when you arrived?”
I nod. “Yes,” I say. My voice is almost a whisper.
“We called him to arrange Trish’s divorce.”
“I’m sorry. I truly am…”
George ignores me and continues speaking, “… we’ve also spoken with him about the possibility of
suing you after what we’ve seen on the television this morning.”
I feel the blood drain from my face. The fear that kept me up all night has just become a harsh reality. I
feel like a spectator as I watch my dream catch fire in my mind’s eye. My dream. My livelihood.
“Please Mr. Benton,” I say as I grab my handbag, open it and remove the envelope with the check. “I
came here to refund you all the money you paid me for my services. I believe you must be very
disappointed and under the circumstances, I don’t believe it’s fair to take your money. Just please don’t
sue me. I realize what I did was wrong but I did it at the time to ensure that weddings don’t get
canceled at the last minute causing great financial loss and inconvenience.”
George looks at me as if I am crazy. Finally, he speaks, “Have you ever been in love?”
“Yes,” I reply hesitantly.
He shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”
“I don’t understand sir,” I respond.
“If you have ever been in love, you would know that love is the most important thing, always. Money,
inconvenience, anything and everything else aside from love, especially on a couples wedding day, is
worthless in comparison to a couple’s love. It’s the day when they take the step to love and commit to
each other for the rest of their life. Money is trash compared to that. It doesn’t matter what happens on
that day, as long as what happens on that day leaves the bride, and hopefully the groom happy too. But
you are telling me that you don’t see it that way.”
“Sir, I thank you for enlightening me regarding your perspective and I must say I agree with you.
Nevertheless, I am concerned about the costs. They aren’t everything but if I wasn’t cost-conscious it
wouldn’t be fair to you. The cost is secondary but from me to you, I do have consideration for it. I do not
doubt though that if I was in your shoes, I would see it as you do.”
George studies me for a moment. “Was that reporter right about all the incentives given to wedding
planners?”
“It happens in many cases,” I reply.
“And do you benefit from them?”
“I could but I don’t.”
“Why is that?” George asks.
“Because I don’t want the incentives for myself. I negotiate the incentives so that the client gets the
benefit. It’s how I am always able to offer good prices. I also never negotiate incentives until the
wedding couple has chosen the venue. Only then do I negotiate before I tell the venue or supplier that
they have been selected by my client.”
“You expect me to believe that?” George asks with disbelief.
I nod. It’s true. I know the damage that reporter has done to the industry but I am not guilty of it. “You
can audit me if you want.”
George smiles sardonically, “For someone who is facing a lawsuit, you’re making a lot of promises that
we can benefit from. If I were you, I’d be careful with what I promise.”
I sigh. I place the envelope on the coffee table between us. “That’s a check for my fees. Your money
returned in full. I am sorry, truly sorry for everything that you have suffered and I hope you can forgive
me. I also hope you will not sue me but will accept this as a settlement. In all honesty, I am one of the
best wedding planners in the city. I take immense pride in what I do and I am sure that if you take the
news report out of the picture you would see that I did an excellent job of everything except for coaxing
Trish to go ahead with the wedding. It’s the worst thing and I’m sorry. In truth, I don’t make that much
money and if you sue me, I’m sure my business won’t survive. I probably couldn’t pay the amount that
would be awarded to you and I would have to file for bankruptcy. I’m sorry Mr. Benton.”
George looks at me and says nothing. Then he reaches across the table and pushes the check back to
me.
“Our lawyer told us not to take any money from you. I’ll discuss this with him and Emma and we’ll be in
touch or Rick, our lawyer will. Good day, Viola.”
George looks at me and I finally pick up the envelope, return it to my handbag and stand to leave.
“Good day Mr. Benton.”
He makes no move to stand so I turn and see myself out.
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