next on my list. . .you might think about setting up a shoe station for your guests.”
“A shoe station?” She chased down her bite of salad with a swig of peach tea. “Huh?”
“Just an area where they can swap out their shoes with some flip-flops. Maybe just a large bucket of water. . .a few towels hung over a bench. Something like that to wash their feet.”
“Interesting idea. I’ll give it some thought.” She stirred her salad around with her fork. “This is getting complicated, isn’t it? What were we thinking, getting married on the beach?”
“You were thinking that you and Darian want to do what’s best for you. . .and ultimately the one thing that will make your ceremony and reception memorable.”
“My father is paying for all of this, though.” She laughed. “Trying to picture the look on his face if I tell him he has to buy a hundred and fifty pairs of flip-flops in a variety of sizes for our wedding guests. Might have to cover that one, myself.”
“Or forego the idea. It’s just a suggestion.” I paused and double-checked my notes. “But since we’re talking about the comfort and convenience of the guests, I would suggest a last minute addition—a refreshment table on the beach with ice water, lemonade or something like that. That way they can stay cool while waiting for the ceremony to begin.”
“Okay. I’ll put Mama in charge of that. She’ll enjoy having a project.”
“Great.” I gave her a tender look. “I know you want to make your parents feel included. That’s so important, especially when you’re marrying outside of their familiarity. Culture clashes can leave the parents feeling out of sorts. But we’ll keep working together to find a way to get everyone to link arms.”
She nodded, and I saw a hint of concern in her eyes. “It’ll be okay. . .right, Bella?”
“Right. I’ve done hundreds of weddings, and most of them end up being far less stressful on the day of than all the days, weeks, months and years of planning.”
“ Most of them?”
“Nearly all.”
“Well, that gives me hope.” She laughed and then took a sip of her tea. “Because I’m looking forward to a stress-free day, come July 30 th .”
“Which is why you hired me.” I gave her a confident nod. “You just rest easy, okay? And let me do the tough stuff.”
“Tough stuff.” She moved her fork around inside of her salad bowl, poking at the lettuce. “I’m afraid Darian and I have given you more than your usual share.”
“Ooh, no. I’ve seen tougher. You should’ve seen how chaotic things got when Hannah and Drew got married.”
“Our photographers?”
“Yep. Something to do with Bing Crosby and Bob Hope. And don’t even get me started on the chaos that ensued when Scarlet and Armando got married. And Cassia’s wedding? A hot mess. Until the big day, I mean.”
“Obviously things worked out okay.” Ling smiled. “They’re happily married now and she’s doing my cake.”
“Mm-hmm. Her wedding, though? It was crazy. And my second wedding was, too.”
“D.J. is your second husband?” Ling looked genuinely shocked by this. “I had no idea!”
“No, no.” A ripple of laughter worked its way up to the surface. “Our first wedding was a whirlwind, so we did a vow renewal service when I was just shy of eight months pregnant with the twins.”
“Oh my.”
“A bigger ‘oh my’ than you know. The twins were born that same night.”
“Whoa.” Ling put her hand up in the air. “Okay, okay, I give up! This isn’t the toughest wedding you’ve coordinated.”
“Not by a long shot. But it’s going to be one of my most memorable, because the bride is rapidly becoming one of my favorite people.”
“Ah, thanks, Bella.” She took a little nibble of chicken.
“I really mean it. You’re one of the kindest, most compassionate brides I’ve ever worked with. If anyone deserves her special day, you do.” I lifted my tea glass and gestured for her to do
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