Based on A True Story

You wake up. Knowing it’s your wedding day; you are both excited and nervous. You head for the shower and notice that you are broken out from all the stress you have been under. You will not let that get you down.

As you step out of the shower, you receive a phone call from your frantic cake decorator. She informs you that your customized pink lace cake has been ruined, and all they can offer you is a green cake with some delicious coffee frosting. You cringe at the hideous image, suppress the tears that are going to leave your eyes puffy and try and figure out what to do. Having no choice you agree to the green concoction and hang up the phone – there is no time for cake shopping now.

Just as you begin styling your hair your phone rings again. The panicked florist explains that apparently, due to the power outage the night before, your white roses are now brown. “If you don’t like those,” she says, “I can offer you some yellow ones at no extra charge.” Your beautiful white and pink wedding, you realize, has just become brown, yellow and green. You hang up and desperately attempt to finish your hair, but it looks nothing like you imagined. Fighting back those tears you desperately find your mom to help you.

You get your hair and make-up done, regretting that you don’t have more assistance. Doing your best to keep yourself together, still in shock over everything going wrong, you decide to get dressed. You have less than an hour until the limo arrives. As you put on something old and something new, you stare in disbelief at the wedding shoes your sister lent you. The bright white shoes that you washed last night are now an ugly shade of yellow. Not only do the shoes clash with your dress, but you also have to explain to your sister that her treasured possession is ruined.

Then you can’t hold back the tears any more – you can’t help yourself – your mascara is running, your cheeks are flushed and your entire face feels puffy. You start thinking that you are being punished and that you are not meant to marry your fiancé. Your cries are so loud that your mother comes in to check on you.

“Wake up, sweetie. Wake up!”

As you open your eyes you realize that it was just a bad dream. You breathe a sigh of relief as you remember that your Fantasy Events coordinator has everything under control. The vendors will only contact her in case of an emergency, she had your sparkling dress and shoes delivered to your room, and everything has been triple-checked. You know that Fantasy Events staff will settle for nothing less than perfection. Relieved, you go to enjoy some tea with your mom and sisters – you’ve got two hours before the hair and make-up artists are scheduled to arrive.