Wedding Bell Hell

Chapter One: Always a Planner Never a Bride

I hated weddings. I've been to so many weddings that they just didn't affect me anymore. Not to mention my choice of career-wedding planning. So when my best friend, Ameliah, asked me to be her maid of honour as well as her wedding planner, I couldn't say no.

"Oh my God! That dress looks fabulous on you!" Ameliah's mother cried. "I can't believe my baby girl is getting married!"

Ameliah's mother was...erratic, to say the least. Her bright red hair was always twisted into an up-do that was popular in the sixties but was no longer looked at as having good style. Her dress she was wearing was excruciatingly green that it glowed in the bright lighting and white walls.

Although, Ameliah did look gorgeous in the dress. The strapless, sweetheart gown hugged her body all the way passed her hips and then slightly flared out to circle around her. Her breasts were popped up to look like she had a huge amount of cleavage when in reality, she was barely a C cup.

I nodded my head, resting my white wine on my palm. "It really does, Ameliah."

She beemed. "Really?" Her hands flattened out the sides. "Do you think Ahren will like it?"

"Like it?" I chuckled. "He'll love it."

"Then I guess this is the dress!" She squealed.

I smiled as other people in the room clapped. She curtsied and bounced all the way to the change room. I sighed and downed my glass of wine.

* * *

"What's wrong, Remi?" Ameliah asked. "You've seemed off since I asked you about the wedding."

I smiled sadly. "Nothing is wrong. I'm just...tired, I guess."

She grabbed the sugar and poured a substantial amount inside her espresso. "Have you been working a lot lately?"

"It's not that." I said. "I'm twenty-five and a wedding planner. Weddings are my whole life and I feel as if I haven't been living because of all the work I do, you know? I feel like everyone around me is settling down and I haven't met one person who I thought 'wow, I could marry this person.'"

Ameliah took a sip of her espresso and cringed. She grabbed more sugar and poured more in, her tongue poking out as she watched the white crystals fall in.

"The more sugar you eat, the more you'll rot your teeth. Why bother drinking espresso?" I laughed.

"Because I hate coffee but love caffeine."

"Why not drink tea? It has more caffeine in it than coffee anyways."

The look on her face was priceless-eyes squinted, teeth clenched, eyebrows scrunched together. I laughed. She shook her head and looked at me. "No, it doesn't," she pointed her spoon at me. "That's a myth."

I laughed.

Ameliah sighed. "I know you want to find the right man on your own, Rem, but I can set you up with Ahren's brother. He's not the hottest." She paused as the waitress placed our salads in front of us. "But he's not like one of those weirdos-"

"Look," I sighed. "I'm just going to relax about it. I'll find someone eventually. When it's time, it's time."

Ameliah sighed. "I'm just trying to-"

My cellphone rang. I held up a finger to her and answered.

"Remi Bellerose."

"Hey, Ms. Bellerose." The shrill voice on the end of the line said. Great, one of my bridezillas. "I was wondering if you had a chance to look at the centre pieces I emailed you."