Oversized Sweaters [complete]

Day 74: Drifting

GIF of them dancing (well, what I imagined it) ------>

The song on the side is suppose to be Fall by Ed Sheeran just in case you wanted to hear it.

UNEDITED

November 17, Sunday

After I was done curling my hair for the wedding, I put on my sea foam green dress (being glad that I actually brought a strapless bra). I was able to put on foundation on my arm this time, instead of having Max do it; he was done getting ready ten minutes before I was. He offered to do it again but I refused, needing to get back in the habit of covering the scars.

"Are you ready to go to the wedding?" Max asked me once I finished covering with my wrist. "Don't you have be early to take pictures of them setting up?" I entered the bedroom as he was rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt.

I shrugged my shoulders, "That's even if I want to show up early." I picked up the camera from my bed. "We should probably head over to the venue though, since we are both ready.

Max stopped on one sleeve and worked on the other sleeve. He finished and stood up from the bed, "Okay, what time do we need to leave so we can start heading back to Oxford? The reception will probably last for four hours then people will start leaving..."

"But I'm the photographer," I interjected. "The bride and groom will leave for their honeymoon in Ireland after four hours, then people will start to leave," I glanced at Max, noticing that he was looking back at me. "We can stay there for thirty minutes just so we can get pictures of people dancing without them there, then we can head back home. Sound like a plan?"

He nodded, "Let's get going."

We left the hotel, then walked across the road to get the venue. The venue was actually a tent for other celebratory events. The roof was made from glass windows, caving in creating a triangle on top of the walls. The outside of the tent were finishing off the design of the glass walls, but on the inside, the walls were covering in white sheets so no one can look it.

The place was usually blocked off in four sections, but they pulled back the curtains that blocked them off so the whole venue could be used. Strung from one wall to another, lights entangled themselves with the small beams that held the roof up.

Tables were lined up in rows, taking up more than half of the place, and the other half was taken up by the alter and the chairs that we would sit in. Leaning on the walls were extra circle tables that would be set down on the floor when the ceremony was over. Separating the two sections was a dance floor.

Since the venue was a tent, the floor was grass. When we first walked in, we noticed that people were walking around bare foot. We were at another place last night for the rehearsal dinner because the place was already booked for a Sweet Sixteen party. Max and I heard the pop music all the way in our hotel room at midnight. We stayed up until the music was turned off, which was at two o'clock in the morning.

"I'm going to take pictures of the lights," I handed Max my camera when I noticed a line of shoes lined against the wall of the entry way. I used his shoulder as a stand and took off my shoes so I was barefoot like everyone else (after walking in my shoes, I was done for the day). He gave me the camera back, "Can you go find our seats?"