This post is part of the A to Z Challenge. Each post will be associated with a letter of the alphabet with the theme ‘Lessons from a Wedding’.
She was witness to a wedding that seemed to grow increasingly out of proportion. A week before the wedding and it was beginning to look like a beached whale (No offense to whales worldwide). Bloated and not particularly nice to look at.
She had never been one of those girls who kept scrapbooks of what their wedding would look like. She didn’t have pages torn out of magazines of the Perfect Cake. Nor did she have illustrations upon illustrations of dream wedding dresses.
What she did know was that when she got married, it would be at a waterfall with a priest (or any other authority qualified to marry two people, she wasn’t too particular) and two of their witnesses and then lunch!
The idea of a conventional wedding had never sat well with her.
She’d seen too many weddings start conventionally only to end up in divorce. Needless to say, the marriage institution was never quite sold to her. Shacking up seemed more practical.
Hence, her decision to elope once her time came. Now the only decision she has to make is – south of Thailand? Or Las Vegas?