As a wedding coordinator, Maya is accustomed to unusual weddings. As a result, she believes she has every aspect of her wedding arranged, even down to the last minute. Up until her fiancé disappears and her mother-in-law schemes to break them up…
I’ve planned a good number of wacky weddings in my time as a wedding planner. From the craziest requests to lethargic grooms and bridezillas. I once worked with a couple who wanted to exchange vows aloft in a hot air balloon, but the bride discovered she had a fear of heights.
I was so confident that Fred and I were prepared for my wedding. that at last, everything had been completed correctly. Nevertheless, I still wanted my coworker Jenna to handle the wedding’s details. I desired to experience my wedding moment.
With the exception of ensuring that sliders would be available at the wedding reception, Fred left everything up to me since he knew that I was in my element when it came to our wedding.
About a year before our wedding, we met Jenna at a restaurant, and I provided her all the information she required in a planner. She would have an easy time of it; all she had to do was handle the planning administration. as well as to realize the idea.
She sipped her drink and whispered, “Maya.” “This is ideal. Everything has been prepared by you.
I sipped my glass and remarked, “I just don’t want to be bogged down with the planning part of it.”
Fred laughed and said, “And having you around will be so much better.” “Show me Maya options that are affordable.”
Everything was flawless.
Everything was going smoothly, every last detail carefully thought out and prepared for what was supposed to be the most memorable day of our lives.
Up until three nights prior to the nuptials, when chaos ensued.
I was having a slice of pie and watching reality television at what must have been around eight o’clock in the evening.
The next morning was my nail appointment, and I was beginning to feel like a bride at last. Fred and I have been fighting over everything and everything for the past three weeks. Before it was time to go to bed, we had pointless arguments.
Fred was staying with his best man this week, at least.
He responded, “Just to get him out of your hair for a little while, Maya.”
I assured him, “You won’t hear any complaints from me.” Simply keep him out of harm’s way.
I was aware that Marlene, my soon-to-be mother-in-law, was the main source of the issue. She was an actress. She always put on a show that I was the finest thing that had happened to Fred and that she loved me in front of everyone else.
She was unaware, though, that I had overheard a chat between them some months prior to Fred asking me to marry him.
“Maya is not your wife, Fred. You don’t need this kind of women. One evening, after dinner at her house, Marlene angrily said, “You need the exact opposite of her.”
Calmly, Fred stated, “Mom, Maya is the only person I want to marry.”
Fred, you’ll regret it. “Just wait,” Marlene menacingly said.
But I took out my phone to text Fred as I was sitting there watching TV. I was beginning to feel concerned because I hadn’t spoken to him for the most of the day.
The sound of the doorbell startled me out of my reverie.
As I opened the door, I thought to myself, that’s probably him.
However, no.
A delivery man with a massive arrangement of flowers was standing on the opposite side.
I responded, “That’s beautiful.” “From whom is it?”
“Madam, there’s a card,” the delivery man stated.
After giving me the bouquet, he turned to head down the stairs.
“Oh, Fred,” I replied, taking a whiff of the blossoms.
One thing he would do for me was send me unexpected flowers.
However, as soon as I opened the card, my heart fell out of my chest.
It said, I Don’t, on the card.
Suddenly, all the breath in my lungs vanished. I took a seat on the couch and sobbed uncontrollably.
I must have contacted Fred twenty or more times within a few hours. He didn’t answer the phone.
I gave Jenna a call. I wanted an unbiased third party to see the problem from a different angle. Someone who wouldn’t want to support Fred or me was what I needed. I needed an objective source that would tell me the whole truth.
Jenna was driving to my apartment when I started to lose it. I had the worst case scenario in mind. that Fred was alone in a hospital room after suffering an injury.
“I’m so glad,” I murmured as I pulled open the door. “I believe we should head to the emergency room to see if Fred can be found there.”
Jenna gave me a long, intense gaze. I was aware that she was perplexed by what had occurred.
“All right,” she said. “I’ll take the wheel.”
When we arrived at the emergency department, nobody there fit my fiancé’s description.
Jenna led me to the car and said, “Let me take you home.”
I told her everything about the flowers and the card’s message as we were driving.
After we arrived home, I asked Jenna to depart. During the entire event, I was at a loss for what action to do.
When I called Marlene, she also didn’t answer.
Fred called me back in the wee hours of the morning, startling me up with his call.
It seemed that he had gone out for a final drink with his pals that evening.
Fred seemed genuinely surprised, was completely stoned, and could hardly speak.
“Flowers? Which flowers? He spoke slowly on the phone.
When it became apparent that Fred had nothing at all to do with the menacing flower arrangement, the narrative intensified.
Eventually, he admitted that he had passed asleep and would remain there till the next morning at his friend’s house.
The person hiding behind the flowers had to be Marlene.
She probably couldn’t take the reality that the wedding was truly happening, especially now that it was so close.
I asked Marlene to my flat the next morning.
I said, “It’s important,” into the phone. “Fred is the subject. I’m concerned.
I was aware that was the only way to reach her.
“Are you in favor of me marrying Fred?” As soon as she entered the room, I questioned her.
“No, I do,” Marlene said as she took a sip of her self-helped coffee. The two of you are simply too young. Fred went out to drink yesterday night, as you can see. Since they were all together, his brother told me. Is that man prepared to be married?
Even though I had my concerns, I had to give it to Marlene. not concerning Fred’s affection for me. Never do that. All I wanted to know was, was he prepared for marriage?
She said, “I’m not sure if you’re the right fit.” “I envision Fred getting married to a traditional partner. Someone who desires a peaceful existence beside him. Maya, you arrange marriages. You’re turning party organizing into your career.
I answered, “You know it’s not fair.” Did you deliver the bouquets?
Marlene gave a nod.
“I also mentioned that Fred and I spoke.” and that you weren’t certain that marriage was what you wanted. Maya, I apologize,” she uttered icily. All I had to do was sow the mistrust. I needed more time from you two.
I talked to Marlene for hours on end. We gradually overcame our disagreements.
Enough, though, for her to approve my marriage to Fred this coming Saturday.
Marlene remarked, “But I’m going to meet Fred now.” And, sweetheart, I’m going to open up to him. A man shouldn’t be inebriated and unconscious a few days prior to his wedding.
No one could have predicted the chaos we had experienced in the days leading up to our wedding when Fred and I exchanged vows on the morning of our wedding.
There were tears, there were smiles, and a lot of making amends. The guests had a great time at the wedding; they danced all night long and ate to their hearts’ delight.
Later, as Fred and I departed for our honeymoon, Marlene broke down in tears, realizing that she had finally accepted me as her daughter.
At least, that was my hope.
Everything went according to plan in the end. And even though everything worked out, I’m glad there was a happily ever after since I needed Marlene’s acceptance before our wedding.
I needed to know that she was genuinely concerned. Even if everything had been jeopardized by her floral delivery.
However, my wedding is at least over now. All I have to worry about is the upcoming strangers’ wedding.
Do you have any unusual or interesting wedding tales?