“Steve, this is really difficult. I can’t just increase the band’s fee. You know this wedding was booked months ago. I calculated the fee based on what I was paying you then. Whoever is offering you this, obviously has the budget to pay what they’re offering.”
“I’ve spoken to the band,” Steve replies. “They want extra pay.”
“Look, let’s talk about extra pay for the wedding after this one and all future weddings. Just not this one. I’ve cut my profit a lot already just to get this wedding. It’s important to me. Having this wedding is good for my resume.”
“Well, it’s not good for our pockets,” Steve replies firmly.
“Steve, c’mon. Where is this coming from? We’ve always been able to negotiate. Why the big push now?”
“I only have a few hours and then the offer’s off the table.”
“Well, can I ask who it is that’s making this offer?”
“Does it matter? It’s not going to change anything,” Steve replies.
“Sure, but I’ll find out anyway.”
“Christine. Christine Jackson.”
I feel my anger rise instantly. The woman who I idolized and held as a role model until recently. My heart tells me this is deliberate. It’s not a coincidence. I almost swear but I bite my tongue.
“Vi?” Steve asks.
“Yes. Okay, look. I’ll pay you fifty percent more this weekend and from now on. Just don’t do this to me again, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Promise me, Steve,” I say firmly. “I can’t afford these kinds of problems so late before a wedding.”
“Okay,” Steve says. “I’m sorry.”
“Do me a favor please.”
“What’s that?” Steve asks.
“Not a word of this to anyone okay? If this gets out, everyone else is going to demand more money and I can’t pay it right now. Okay? Will you tell your band?”
“Sure. We can keep it quiet.”
“You better,” I say.
“Um, Vi,” Steve says.
He wants to tell me something and seems hesitant about doing so.
“What is it, Steve?” I ask.
“I let it slip that you use a wedding whisperer,” Steve says.
“What is a wedding whisperer?” I ask, confused.
“Ashley,” Steve replies.
I hang my head. I don’t know what to say. I have always thought of Ashley as a counselor. And I’ve kept her a secret for so long. Everyone in my team knows about her but that’s as far as it goes. It's something I don’t advertise not even to my clients. No-one else in the game uses one, at least not that I know of and now the cat is out of the bag.
I want to scream at Steve but I hold back.
“Vi?” he asks prompting me to break my silence.
“I’m here,” I reply.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make any problems or let your secrets slip. I was just trying to tell her how much better you are than her.”
And yet, you’ll go and work for her because she’s offering more money, I think to myself. I immediately feel guilty for the thought. I have known Steve for a long time. We have worked together for a long time too and I would have expected that he would approach me in a more professional manner about increasing their income.
“I appreciate that, Steve,” I say. “Just don’t say another word about it to her or anyone okay?”
“Sure. I’m sorry,” Steve says.
We end the call and I pace my living room angrily. I am livid. I want to call Christine and give her a piece of my mind but I resist the urge to do so. I’m even angrier that she knows about the wedding whisperer. I’m angry at her and I’m angry at Steve.
For some reason, I have a bad feeling about the fact that Steve has told Christine about my ‘wedding whisperer’. I never advertise it to anyone as I don’t think it’s something to advertise as something that sets me apart from other wedding planners. Sure, I charge for it but the fee is built into other fees when I provide a breakdown to clients.
It’s not about the cost because I’m still cheaper than people like Christine. It’s about the fact that I don’t think people will feel it’s nice to feel like they’re being pushed into a wedding if they’re having last-minute, second thoughts about getting married. The truth is that many people do have last-minute, second thoughts and it’s a silly thing really since they usually go ahead anyway and get married. But if they don’t, just in case they don’t, they stand to lose a lot of money which is non-refundable. Money paid for the caterer, the MC, the venue, the band and so much more. There is my reputation to think about too and I’m not about to have a wedding canceled because someone’s having second thoughts. I do have a reputation to uphold. So, is it ethical? My own jury’s still out on that but so far, it’s worked and everyone’s been happy.
I’m sure Christine will be quick to copy the idea now that she knows about it. Especially since I’ve managed to prevent Steve from leaving. She’ll be pissed about that and will surely be looking for the next thing she can come at me with.
I guess she’s taken a dislike to me because I’m her competition. I can’t imagine why though other than that I might have taken a client that she dearly wanted. A client like the one whose wedding I am doing this weekend.
Well, she can go after my band and whatever else she wants but it’s too late to take this client.
Better luck next time, bitch, I think to myself. I am quite amazed at how fast my view of her has gone from idol and role model to stomach twisting anger when I think of her or hear her name.
I wonder if she’s going to go after my other resources as well now that she has failed with Steve. Rather than sit and fume, I decide to start finding alternate resources to step in at short notice if necessary. That’s the right thing to do.
I’m angry. I failed with Steve and his band.I take a few deep breaths and begin to relax. Getting a wedding planner’s band is just one part of their business. There are many other parts to go after. However, I push the thought of other parts of the business aside as I think about the concept of the ‘wedding whisperer’ that Steve let slip to me.I know there’s something important in it. It hovers just beyond my mental grasp like a carrot on a stick for the time being. I have to admit it’s a genius idea and I should be thinking of doing it myself. But there’s something else about it that I think is much more important than simply copying the idea.I grab the brochure that I took from Viola’s booth and study it. There’s not a word in the brochure about a wedding whisperer. Nothing that even alludes to it as a service.I check her website again. Nothing. Nowhere. The testimonials say nothing about it. How
Cold feet.No, I don’t mean cold feet as in the kind you get from being out in the cold or swimming in water that’s too cold or simply not dressing warm enough.I mean the other kind of cold feet.The worst kind.The kind that some women, and to a lesser extent, some men get just before their wedding. Yes, that kind.My biggest pet hate. Why? Because in my line of work, they can ruin everything.What is my line of work?I’m a wedding planner. Any wedding planner hates and fears cold feet. They can derail everything. The whole day. Ruin you financially and possibly your reputation too.I’ve been in this game a long time though and I’ve learned the hard way. When you’ve had enough cancellations because of cold feet you become hard. It becomes a matter of survival as well as doing what you love.I now insist on non-refundable deposits from clients. They sign a contract when they hire me a
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.
He offers his arm and I link my arm through his. We wander away from the party into the gardens. There is still some time before the reception begins. I’m sure whatever he wishes to discuss will be over by then.“It’s a lovely evening,” he says sounding as if he is observing something working exactly the way it should.“I think it’s perfect,” I reply.“Nearly perfect.” His remark tells me that he thinks something is missing.“And what would make it perfect if I may ask?” I say looking up at him as we walk towards the beach.“Getting to know you better,” he replies confidently.I blush, thankful that it is night and there is little light for him to see how red my face is. My skin is a golden brown but despite its color, I’m sure he could see me blushing if there was enough light. Despite the cool breeze, I feel warmer than expected and I know it’s Rick&r
I get back to the table and sit down beside Ashley after the new bar limit has been confirmed. She looks at me and smiles.“You were gone a while,” she smiles knowingly waiting for me to spill the beans.“I had to sort out the bar limit,” I reply blushing. “I wasn’t with him all the time.”“Could have fooled me,” Ashley says. Bursting with curiosity, she asks, “What did he want?”“To get together after the wedding,” I smile.“Really?” Ashley asks surprised. “He doesn’t take it slow does he?”I blush again as I think of just how slow we didn’t take it. I shake my head not trusting my voice to answer as I avoid Ashley’s gaze.“You tart!” she whispers. “You didn’t!”“Didn’t what?” I ask feigning ignorance but still not looking at her.&ldquo
I sit down at my table again. My chat with Viola didn’t go the way I had hoped. I know I’ve blown what we started outside in the garden. I am disappointed. She has had an effect on me like no other woman and I still can’t stop looking at her.She’s one of the best at what she does. I’m one of the best at what I do too.I know if we collaborated it would be great. With her reputation in her industry, Viola attracts top-tier clients because of her reputation. My kind of clients. The wealthier they are, the bigger the divorce settlements are. Makes sense doesn’t it?That aside, they can also pay for the best legal advice before they get married if we collaborate. This is what Viola failed to recognize. My commissions are good and she stands to make good money simply from a referral. Why should she even care what happens later down the road? If anything, she’s likely to get at least one repeat client if the couple divorces a
I can’t believe him. He gave his business card to Trish’s mother? How insensitive can you be? I want to explode right there and then but I think there’s more than enough drama already and this is not about me and my opinion. I crush the urge to go after Rick and tell him just how cold-hearted, selfish, and opportunistic I think he is.I step up to Trish who is still being held by her father. I put my arm on her back.“I am so sorry, Trish,” I say.She nods but does not look at me. I can’t tell if she even knows who I am right then but it’s not important now.The bathroom door opens behind me and Eric and the bridesmaid, Cherise steps out. They blush immediately when they see the people that are still standing there and then they look at Trish and her parents.Trish’s father tenses and he tries to get Trish to release him but her mother steps in.“No George,” she sa
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.“&
I need a wedding whisperer. I haven’t used one since the story about using a wedding whisperer blew up and destroyed my business the first time around.The bride has cold feet and I don’t know what to do.Even worse, I am the bride. I am the one with cold feet.Rick, the man of my dreams is waiting to marry me but I’m afraid.I know he hasn’t dated seriously and I wonder if he knows what he’s getting into. He’s only dated me seriously aside from Christine if his time with Christine could even be considered as serious dating.Before that, he was a hit-and-run man. I know why. He told me why and I can understand it. I also know that he’s moved on from that. He has changed for the better and he has ultimately chosen me over Christine. After everything came to light about her who wouldn’t have chosen someone else?But being nasty is not going to solve my problem now.Will he stick with me or
I stay out of sight until Christine has entered the church. I wait a few seconds more and then enter behind her. The church is full but I find some empty seats near the back. I see Rick looking backward. I think he might have seen me but I can’t be sure. Maybe he’s only looking at Christine.Then, just before Christine reaches the front of the church a man enters, looks around, and spots the empty seats next to me. He comes over and sits next to me.He’s big and well-built. I give him a cursory glance and smile as he sits beside me. He smiles back and then looks to the front of the church. He seems tense and focused as he looks to the front of the church.I think he’s handsome and I wonder if the universe is sending me another opportunity. Maybe the universe has accepted that Rick and I are a lost cause and it’s decided to offer me another gift.Grow up, my inner voice says sourly. You seem to think the universe
My inner voice rises with its usual wisdom, yes, but usually, someone’s got to take the first step. If he doesn’t and you don’t then that’s it. Are you going to leave it up to him?I answer my inner voice, I wish you would make up your mind. Are you with me or against me? You always go against me.At least I help you consider the options…And consequences, I add.I specifically didn’t want to go back to work with Lara until after the wedding because I was afraid I would do something that would make her fire me again. And I’m pretty sure that if she fires me a second time, there’ll be no going back. I don’t want to take the chance that I’ll screw up again. I need this job and she needs the help.My inner voice is full of wisdom this morning. Is that really why you didn’t want to go back to work until after the wedding? Or is it because if you d
I don’t move and he makes it into the lift just in time. He spins me round to face him and before I can do anything he pulls me close and kisses me. It takes me a moment before I respond. I have wanted Grady since I saw him again and as much as I have been denying him sex with me I have been denying myself. I’m crazy with desire and at last, I respond to his kiss. Our mouths melt together as our fingers find each other’s neck or hair to stroke or grab. Our breathing accelerates and we sound like we’ve just finished running a marathon. When we finally separate, I look down to the lobby and my eyes find Lara.She is looking at me in disbelief and astonishment.“Fuck!’ I say.‘What is it?” Grady asks. He wants to look where I’m looking but I stop him.“Don’t look,” I say. I try to consider my options and make a decision quickly. “Don’t get out of the elevator with me. Go back
That’s it. There’s nothing more to say or explain. I couldn’t expect any more or less. I look out the cab’s window and watch the city passing by. I feel as if I’m watching my dream dissolve and blow away in the wind. I had it all this time and I’ve thrown it away. I begin to cry silent tears. The cab ride seems to take forever.I think of all the times that the universe kept pushing me back into Rick’s path as if we were meant to be together.Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it wasn’t that we were meant to be together. Maybe it’s because this industry isn’t for me. Maybe I don’t belong here and maybe it’s used Rick to throw me out again. I don’t know what I’ll do now. I can’t leave Los Angeles again. The opportunities are here. I’ll just have to find it. But that’s the least of my worries right now.I don’t receive any messages from Rick. Why would I? I guess he&r
We finish the meeting and we finish our coffee, but neither of us gets up to leave. We sit looking at each other making awkward small talk.Rick finally decides to venture down the path we’ve been avoiding and I know it’s time to leave.“Viola…”“… don’t,” I cut him off. “Please. My job is to see you get married and that’s what I’m going to do.” I pack up my things and stand. “I’ll be in touch. Send me your guest list.” I turn and make my way to the cashier. I pay for our coffee and leave without looking back.I hasten away from the coffee shop as I’m overcome with sadness. Tears well up in my eyes and run down my cheeks before I can stop them. I have no idea why I feel like this. I have never spent any decent amount of time with Rick to know if we might even be compatible in the long term. All we shared was a passionate moment at a wedding and then aga
When I get home I have a few more drinks as I sit in the dark of my living room pondering my discussion with Lewis. I decide that he’s right. Much of what he said is true. I’ve never been in a long-term relationship before. That’s my own doing I know, but people change and I don’t feel bad about wanting to change. Why should I? On the other hand, it makes sense that I want to stick with what I know which is the one-night stand lifestyle. That would explain my longing for Viola. Maybe I’m only interested in her because she’s the one that got away. If we have sex, I might lose interest. Am I going to do that at the expense of a sure thing with Christine?When I think of it in that context I make peace with my thoughts and I’m grateful that nothing more happened between Viola and me.Feeling a sense of peace I head off to bed and drift off to sleep with a small thought knocking on the door of my mind. It’s small but it
I look at Viola on the other side of the room.“What happened?” I ask.“I can’t… we can’t do this. Please go,” she says. Then, as if realizing for the first time that she’s topless, she covers herself with her arm and moves back to the sofa where she snags her top off the floor and pulls it over her head. I watch her as she lifts her hands over her head to put her top on. The movement lifts her breasts and accentuates them and then she’s dressed again.“Please go,” she says again.Viola, c’mon. Let’s talk…”“Get out!” she shouts.I get up and make my way to the entrance hall. I open the door and let myself out. She follows me at a distance still covering her breasts even though she’s wearing her top again. I look back at her once I’m outside the apartment.“Let’s just talk,” I say in a calm voice.
I’m mad. I’m angry. He always does this to me. My inner voice says if he makes you angry, why are you standing here so close to him?Shut up, I tell my inner voice. I am close. Too close. But I don’t want to move away. This is my kitchen, after all. My apartment. Well, not mine, but you know what I mean.He’s gazing into my eyes and he’s close enough that I notice his eyes studying my face. They settle on my lips and I swallow. I lick my lips nervously before his eyes move down over my body.I take my coffee and turn away. I move around the small island in the middle of the kitchen and head for the door. He watches me go and then picks up his coffee and follows me.I lead the way to the living room and I’m pretty sure his eyes are on my ass. Why did I wear these shorts, I wonder?I remain standing as I wait for him to sit down. He takes his seat on the sofa where he sat before.