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There was a one-of-a-kind Fun Bird themed boutonnière and bouquet that caught Lucy's attention on a display in addition to slingshot pens and golden eggs and a treasure chest for notes to be penned by guests. Lucy and Maxine were even treated to a video tour of one of the weddings that contained the designer’s supply so they could see firsthand. To say they were impressed was an understatement. Going to bridal shows and conventions was a productive way to actively sample the products they would be buying in addition to networking with contractors and future business associates.
The supplier had a display of Fun Bird sugar cookies and a tutorial as to where the special decorations should be placed in the wedding reception. They contained various decorations including themed flowers, three-tiered cakes, placemats, buttons, flags, balloons, red confetti in the shape of tiny bird feathers and the whole works. The vendor even displayed samples of the Fun Birds deviled eggs decorated with one red bird in the center of the tray on the sample dessert table along with fresh strawberries and whipped cream. Lucy tasted the sweet strawberries and scooped up a delicious deviled egg.
Lucy felt the excitement for any bride and groom who would make this a fun wedding. It really took the seriousness out of the occasion. The couple who used these products would have to have an excellent sense of humor and a mentality steeped in fun to pull this off.
The products from this designer would be perfect for Toni’s wedding to Shelly, Lucy thought. But then as if right on cue, that awful feeling in the pit of her stomach about the risks involved to pull off such an elaborate ceremony sunk her like a rock in the lake.
Her excitement waned for some reason, though she had less fear of Antonio than she had before. Was Maxine right? Was she really having those symptoms of a person who had caught the magical love bug? Or was that lust?
The noise level in the auditorium was quite high but they could still hear the enthusiastic speaker hawking off all the unique elements in their themed-wedding booth. Lucy used many suppliers in the past but she was always glad to attend these shows to meet upcoming designers and view the latest hot trends in the biz. Keeping up with the best and most current trends was the name of the game in the wedding planning industry. You wanted to let people know you had everything to offer them to make their dream ceremony come true.
“Oh, look, this is interesting,” Maxine said pulling Lucy away from the booth an hour later after they placed their orders.
“What is this?” Lucy said looking around for the display sign for the tent they were approaching.
“It looks like a tent booth for a DIY wedding,” Maxine replied.
“Oh, do-it-yourself. Really?” Lucy walked inside the open white tent and her vision captured the beautiful decorations and mannequins with various wedding gowns. The tent booth had tons of gorgeous wedding decorations, a conference-length table with sample foods, and various photos on stands with the countless wedding themes. It felt so surreal to be there. For the first time since her fiancé had died, Lucy actually dreamed of becoming a bride again. She squeezed her eyes shut momentarily then reopened them. It was all too much. She came so close to happily-ever-after with Jeff but now?
Maybe she would never become a bride again.
Perhaps planning weddings for others was the closest she would ever become to being a bride. She’d heard the saying always a bridesmaid, never a bride. Well, Lucy thought she might be always a wedding planner and never a bride.
“Hey, cool! You can build your own dream wedding here on their computer,” Maxine said as she scurried over to the interactive display screen. They were lucky the area wasn’t as crowded as the other parts of the booth.
“I…I’m not really interested,” Lucy lied.
“Yeah, right. Come on. How could you not be? We plan weddings for a living, don’t we?”
Lucy breathed in deeply and the pain of inhaling almost squeezed the air out of her lungs. This was all too much for her. It was like looking at pictures of babies and being told you could never have one of your own. Good heavens! What on earth was she doing in this business? Torturing herself?
No. Making others happy makes me happy.
“Okay, fine. I’ll have a look,” Lucy finally agreed.
