Maggy was busy preparing for her wedding and delegated some of the tasks to Kelly and Erin. Kelly was in charge of the guest list and Erin was to track the delivery of the flowers. Even though the wedding planner was formally in charge, Maggy had heard too many horror stories about other people’s weddings and wanted to make sure that there was a backup. She paid the same kind of attention to her own business in which she was famous for mixing old world charm with new world innovation. Her dining tables were made from driftwood, and had miniature lights mounted on the surfaces under panes of glass. When the tables were set, they glowed and sparkled like a bed of glittering diamonds.
Maggy wanted her wedding dress to reflect her artistic sense of style, so she hired a free-thinking designer named Amelia to make it.
Amelia was a self described beach bum and an eccentric who custom designed clothing for special events in the fashion industry. Her own wedding gown was a knit mini-dress with capped sleeves made from bulky camel and white tweed mohair. Under it flowed several layers of floor length ivory chiffon that was trimmed with hundreds of tiny styrofoam balls, each covered in its own little mohair coat.
Accessorized with long white gloves and six inch heels, Amelia was an inspiration as she walked down the aisle. The static charge of the fuzzy styrofoam balls on the hem of her dress made them bounce off the floor like a frothy wave of foam.
Amelia had many interesting designs for Maggy to choose from, and eventually Maggy selected one that reflected both her heritage from Ireland and her love of New York. The sleeves were lace and cut long to rest below her wrists and the collar stood up around her neck. Embroidered tone-on-tone vines ran down the bodice where they branched throughout the skirt. At the point where the vines swirled about the drop-waist there was a faint velvet skyline of New York City, and below it were thousands of delicately hand cut leaves that filled the skirt. It gave the impression that Maggy had risen up out of Central Park itself. The entire dress was sewn with thread that Maggy’s mother had sent from Ireland, as was the lace for the trim.
Kelly and Erin didn’t quite understand the ferociousness of a bride-to-be nor the endless attention to detail that she demanded, and they didn’t quite see the fuss that would erupt if the guests arrived late. They didn’t care who sat across from whom and they completely lost interest when they were tying bows, if they were perfect or not.
They took orders from Maggy with grace and hoped that when it came their turn to organize a wedding they wouldn’t go half as mad. Kelly confirmed that only 7 of the 150 guests would not be able to attend, and Erin made a note to herself to call the florist in a few days time.
“After all,” thought Erin, “The wedding planner must have taken care of the flower arrangements by now.” She felt that a phone call was an unnecessary formality and so she decided to leave it a while longer.