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“Weapons I may be concealing?” I ask nervously, feeling slightly horrified that this person thinks I would even bring a weapon to a wedding. Like seriously? This isn’t a Game of Thrones episode, its real life for Christ’s sake.
“You would be surprised.”
“Why who’s in there the President of the United States?” I joke because come on who the hell would bring a weapon to a wedding? Clearly someone takes their security a little too seriously.
He eyes me curiously saying nothing more then waves me on back to the lady I met when I first came in.
“If you would kindly follow me,” she says walking through an archway draped in white fabric, roses, and fairy lights.
When I step through the archway I feel like I am in a dream. The sweet smell of roses fills the marquee. Grandiose chandeliers and fairy lights hang from the ceiling giving it the wow factor. Its unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
The room is packed with tables full of people of all ages in an array of suits, colourful dresses, and fancy head pieces. A cover of Let’s Stay Together by Al Green sounds out from one of the male singers in the 6-piece band on stage at the back of the marquee. They’re good too.
“I’m actually here to see the brides daughter Lexy. If you could point me in her direction that would be a big help.”
“Miss Winters is with her family getting pictures taken right now but if you wouldn’t mind waiting at the bar,” she says gesturing to a bar area, “I can let her know that you’re here.”
“I’d appreciate that thank you.”
She lifts a glass of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray handing it to me.
“There’s a free bar so order whatever you want,” she informs me with a wink.
Free bar? This all must have cost a fortune. I’ve only been to two weddings before this but they were nothing in comparison.
I’m on my second glass of champagne when the band stops singing.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if you could all please stand and put your hands together for Mr and Mrs Garo,” the band sings out as the most stunning bride I’ve ever seen steps into the room hand in hand with her newly wedded husband. I can see where Lexy gets her beauty. Her mom really is stunning. It has to be said that Saints dad looks nothing like him. He’s rugged and weathered looking with a visible scar on his clean-shaven face. Mrs Garo looks so happy whilst he looks anything but. Maybe its nerves?
Saint struts in several minutes later with a tumbler of whiskey in hand followed by Lexy who doesn’t look one bit happy. Shit, they must have had another fight. She scans the room then plasters on a massive smile when she spots me.
“You made it,” she beams pulling me in for a hug, “You look fabulous as always by the way.”
“Me, look at you. You look sensational,” I praise whirling her around because honestly she really is stunning in her figure hugging emerald green diamond strapped silk maxi bridesmaid dress.
“My feet are killing me,” she says with a pained look towards her diamante heels. “I’m going to have blisters in the morning with these bloody things! Drink to take the pain away?” she asks.
I scan a drinks menu to see what we can have. “What do you have in mind?”
“Tequila shots.”
“Tequila? No way I’ll puke all over my dress.”
“Fair enough, no tequila. How about a Jager bomb instead? Can’t go wrong with Jägermeister and red bull.”
My face scrunches not really liking the thought of Jager bombs either.
“Oh come on have a Jager with me. After all, it’s all in the name of pain,” she begs.
Not wanting to kill her buzz I give into her. “Go on then.”
The bar tender places two shots each in front of us.
“In the name of pain,” she says lifting the glass in the air.
“In the name of pain,” I repeat clinking our glasses together before knocking the shot back in one gulp.
“I needed that,” I declare wiping away the remnants of the sweet liquid that burns a fire in my belly with the back of my hand.
