say.
That made me lose my composure and I let out a frustrated laugh with an, “Oh my gosh.”
“Ah, see? That’s it. That’s the ticket. Prepare to be undressed all night long.”
“Would you stop it?” I asked with a frustrated smile. “Grow up.”
He laughed with a shrug, but once I moved away from him to set up my camera for the tri-pod , he did leave after that.
I was totally rattled , and also mad at myself. I had to shake it off though. This was someone’s very important day and there was no way I was going to ruin it .
I strapped on a very professional mood and went right to work. But of course the first set of formal pictures were of all the g roomsmen, which included Zack. I thought about trying other photos first, but I had a process, and I wasn’t going to let my attraction to him deter me from it.
But would you believe that every picture I took of the guys in the wedding party contained a smug smile that seemed directed right at me? I would look through the lens at each face and there was Zack, asking me out again.
Oh wait, undressing me. And I kid you not that I truly felt naked by the end of the day. I had to endure pre-ceremony pictures, ceremony pictures, and an entire three -hour reception. I wasn’t exhausted from work that day; I was exhausted from Zack’s silent conversations with me. He didn’t say a word to me that entire time, but he didn’t have to.
Melissa was the one that approached me towards the end of the night. She told me I should take a few minutes to eat and maybe join in on a dance or two.
“Um, I don’t eat at the weddings when I’m working ,” I told her. “Nor do I dance at them .”
“Oh, please? I want you to have some fun. Fifteen minutes isn’t going to matter. And there are other people taking pictures and stuff too. I insist.”
“He put you up to it, huh?” I asked , making an adjustment on my camera.
“What? He who? Zack? He didn’t put me up to anything. I know he really wants to dance with you, that’s all.”
“Thanks, but I’m enjoying my time as I work.”
She seemed to think about that, but I was surprised when she said, “I guess I won’t pay you the second half of your fee if you don’t go dance with him.”
“What?” I chuckled uneasily .
She looked serious, but she still held a smile. “Yep. I guess you won’t get paid.”
“That’s blackmail.”
“I know, and I could go to jail for that. So you have to believe me when I say I really, really, really want you to dance with Zack. Just one dance?”
I felt like I was up against a wall. I was annoyed, but I was also a little flattered.
“It’s his brother’s wedding and he’s been miserable,” she frowned. “Please?”
She really seemed sincere about that, and I even looked across the room to where Zack was with a few other people. He did look a little sullen, and maybe I had been a little rude to him. He was only making it clear that he liked me. It wasn’t his fault that I was defective when it came to the opposite sex.
I was stubborn though, and was hesitant to give him his way.
“Please Taryn?” she begged again.
She pleaded with me silently until I finally said, “Jeez, fine . ”
She displayed an excited little clap while I put my camera away, but I tried not to let her know how nervous it made me feel. It was one thing to feel insecure because of him from a distance, but it was another thing to deal with it up close.
I really was dressed for a wedding, as I always was when I was working at one . I was wearing a lavender knee-length dress—one of my favorites—and a pair of silver heels. I felt like I fit right in, but I also felt weird, wondering if other people would question why the photographer wasn’t doing her job.
I guarantee that Melissa motioned him over while I was putting my camera away. It wasn’t more than a minute before I looked up to see Zack standing there.
“Please dance with me, Taryn. Just one dance, that’s all I’m