ninety-five cents,” Amanda said, citing the cover price of Wow Weddings.
Dana ignored her. “So, Janey, who’s going to walk you down the aisle?”
Ina gave her daughter one of her famous sharp glances.
“I just mean that she can borrow Daddy or Larry,” Dana defended herself.
“What do you want?” Ina asked Jane. “This is about you, after all. It’s your day.”
Jane almost laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Ina asked.
“Nothing, Aunt Ina,” Jane said. “Actually, I’ve given the question of who’s going to walk me down the aisle some thought. I want Eloise, Amanda, Dana and Natasha to give me away.”
Ina was horrified. “But, honey, that’s hardly normal! Friends giving away the bride?”
“It’s right in keeping with the Independence Day theme,” Jane pointed out. “My gal pals delivering me from single life to married life.”
“I suppose,” Ina said. “Well, if it’s what you want. But it’s hardly traditional.”
Jane nodded and smiled at us. “It’s what I want.”
If a father walking his daughter down the aisle was traditional, I could absolutely cross it off my list of Things To Worry About.
Flirt Night Round Table Discussion 1, 000, 001: Eloise is wearing a Big Bird gown to marry a guy she’s having heart palpitations about marrying.
“Not heart palpitations,” Jane said. “Heart burn. Self-inflicted heartburn. Caused by transferring anxiety about one thing to another that doesn’t deserve it.”
“Are you a book editor or a headshrinker?” I asked.
“I’m your best friend” was her answer.
“I think the heartburn is from this salsa,” Amanda said. “It’s way too spicy for me.”
We were in a Mexican restaurant around the cornerfrom A Fancy Affair, toasting our freedom from the bouquet toss and sharing a huge plate of chicken nachos. Summer was crumbling tortilla chips onto the floor.
“And, anyway, who cares about the gown?” Amanda said. “It’s the guy that counts. And Noah is great.”
He was. He definitely was.
Jane eyed me. “Okay, Eloise, I see from your expression that there’s a but coming. Let’s have it.”
“I look awful in yellow,” I said.
Consensus: The Big Bird gown is going to be taken off your body seven hours later by your hot new husband who you do want to marry, so who cares about a few feathers? And haven’t you heard, yellow is the new black?
I felt much better.
Until Amanda mentioned that my lingerie would probably have feathers too.
Dear Wedding Diary,
My favorite character from Sesame Street has always been Elmo, not Big Bird.
Wow Weddings Memorandum
To: Eloise Manfred
From: Astrid O’Connor
Re: Wedding-Planning Diary Entry #2
Eloise,
I’m afraid I don’t understand your references to Big Bird and Elmo. And if I don’t understand these references, American women will not understand these references. I’ve asked Maura to draft the entry for you as an example for future entries. Please do your best to emulate her style and word count.—AO
Oops. I’d actually spent an hour writing a ridiculous account of how yellow was the new black for the Modern Bride and how very Sarah Jessica Parker I felt twirling around in the gown. But, by accident, I must have given Astrid the diary entry I wrote for my own sanity.
It was my first smile of the day.
chapter 8
F or the past few weeks, the reception area of WowWeddings magazine had turned into the hottest ticket in town for the wedding industry. From 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., the three-seater leather sofa and four upholstered chairs were filled by advertisers hopeful of getting their wedding wares past Astrid O’Connor. Entrepreneurs laden with samples of everything from hosiery to bouquets to hair combs. Caterers and photographers and travel agencies and jewelry shops.
This morning, every seat and square inch were taken by men and children. As I pulled open the glass double doors, a gob of what looked like red Play-Doh hit me in the
Dana ignored her. “So, Janey, who’s going to walk you down the aisle?”
Ina gave her daughter one of her famous sharp glances.
“I just mean that she can borrow Daddy or Larry,” Dana defended herself.
“What do you want?” Ina asked Jane. “This is about you, after all. It’s your day.”
Jane almost laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Ina asked.
“Nothing, Aunt Ina,” Jane said. “Actually, I’ve given the question of who’s going to walk me down the aisle some thought. I want Eloise, Amanda, Dana and Natasha to give me away.”
Ina was horrified. “But, honey, that’s hardly normal! Friends giving away the bride?”
“It’s right in keeping with the Independence Day theme,” Jane pointed out. “My gal pals delivering me from single life to married life.”
“I suppose,” Ina said. “Well, if it’s what you want. But it’s hardly traditional.”
Jane nodded and smiled at us. “It’s what I want.”
If a father walking his daughter down the aisle was traditional, I could absolutely cross it off my list of Things To Worry About.
Flirt Night Round Table Discussion 1, 000, 001: Eloise is wearing a Big Bird gown to marry a guy she’s having heart palpitations about marrying.
“Not heart palpitations,” Jane said. “Heart burn. Self-inflicted heartburn. Caused by transferring anxiety about one thing to another that doesn’t deserve it.”
“Are you a book editor or a headshrinker?” I asked.
“I’m your best friend” was her answer.
“I think the heartburn is from this salsa,” Amanda said. “It’s way too spicy for me.”
We were in a Mexican restaurant around the cornerfrom A Fancy Affair, toasting our freedom from the bouquet toss and sharing a huge plate of chicken nachos. Summer was crumbling tortilla chips onto the floor.
“And, anyway, who cares about the gown?” Amanda said. “It’s the guy that counts. And Noah is great.”
He was. He definitely was.
Jane eyed me. “Okay, Eloise, I see from your expression that there’s a but coming. Let’s have it.”
“I look awful in yellow,” I said.
Consensus: The Big Bird gown is going to be taken off your body seven hours later by your hot new husband who you do want to marry, so who cares about a few feathers? And haven’t you heard, yellow is the new black?
I felt much better.
Until Amanda mentioned that my lingerie would probably have feathers too.
Dear Wedding Diary,
My favorite character from Sesame Street has always been Elmo, not Big Bird.
Wow Weddings Memorandum
To: Eloise Manfred
From: Astrid O’Connor
Re: Wedding-Planning Diary Entry #2
Eloise,
I’m afraid I don’t understand your references to Big Bird and Elmo. And if I don’t understand these references, American women will not understand these references. I’ve asked Maura to draft the entry for you as an example for future entries. Please do your best to emulate her style and word count.—AO
Oops. I’d actually spent an hour writing a ridiculous account of how yellow was the new black for the Modern Bride and how very Sarah Jessica Parker I felt twirling around in the gown. But, by accident, I must have given Astrid the diary entry I wrote for my own sanity.
It was my first smile of the day.
chapter 8
F or the past few weeks, the reception area of WowWeddings magazine had turned into the hottest ticket in town for the wedding industry. From 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., the three-seater leather sofa and four upholstered chairs were filled by advertisers hopeful of getting their wedding wares past Astrid O’Connor. Entrepreneurs laden with samples of everything from hosiery to bouquets to hair combs. Caterers and photographers and travel agencies and jewelry shops.
This morning, every seat and square inch were taken by men and children. As I pulled open the glass double doors, a gob of what looked like red Play-Doh hit me in the
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