After the "CUT!"

Advice

"But Babe, orange is the lucky color of the year." She suggested while poring over the endless palettes of the color wheel, who would've thought the one color can have so many shades?

"Kahit na, it won't blend well with yellow. Ano ito? Tweety bird party?" Nope, not going to happen. He won't have one of the best days in his, their, lives look like a children's party. They are in this together and all decisions should be agreed upon mutually.

"Eh di let's drop yellow, as long as we get to have orange. Lucky color Babe, lucky color." she dramatically paused at lucky color for emphasis.

He just can't understand why she keeps on insisting on the colour yellow. Luck doesn't really depend on the what color some 'expert' decides on for the year. "Nope, we're keeping yellow. It's your favorite color. And hindi tayo Chinese love, that stuff wont apply to us." and whether they use the lucky color or not, getting to call her his wife is all the luck he ever needed.

"Ang racist mo! But nothing goes well with yellow, hmm... why don't we go for black?"

"Nope, no black on our wedding. I won't have a morose color in our wedding." Not that he believes in bad luck, but he does not want to tempt fate. And yes, it does invalidate his earlier argument about lucky color. But, no black.

"Gaaaah!!! Nasa motif pa lang tayo, hindi na tayo matapos tapos! May invites pa, tapos food, tapos gowns, tapos guest list. Gaaaah!!! Gusto ko lang namang pakasalan ka."

True enough, they've been engaged for 4 months now and they haven't made that much progress in their wedding planning. He didn't know that there would be a lot of things that should be taken into consideration – and mind you if you think about it these are just petty things that wouldn't really matter. Apparently, even the small things (like the type of chair) matters.

But for him, as long as he gets to say I do and she gets to answer back, and he can put the ring he bought years ago in her finger... that's the only thing that matters.

He suddenly remembered what Bossing told them one time he caught them having an argument discussion about the caterer...

'If it gets too much, whisk her away and marry her in a romantic little chapel. I can call Father Jeff - 24/7 naman services ni Father.'

"You know what Love? Maybe bossing has a point." He maybe joking when he mentioned it then but with all the hullabaloos now, he is really considering Bossing's advice.

"Nako Ricardo, I know what you are thinking. Tatay will kill us both, buti kung ikaw lang. Bata pa ako para mamatay."

"What? It's a sound advice you know, and we're in Vegas. The show isn't until tomorrow, we have the whole day today and all we need is an hour at most for the ceremony and you know waste away the remaining in our room, on top our bed, with champagne on the side, playing chess." He said the last part wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

She is so tempted to give in, he has a point a very valid point. But no, Tatay may or may not disown her for not giving him the opportunity to walk her down the aisle. And her sisters will kill her. They are more excited planning this one out.

Hours after, they are both laying down in the suite they upgraded to with their hands intertwined.

"Happy ka?"

"Nope, not at all. Tatay will still kill us." She said but she can't help the big grin as she admired the glittering ring next to her engagement ring. It only has one small stone compared to her engagement ring, but the fact that he is wearing a similar one makes it more precious.

"I know, but it will be worth it."

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A/N: FICTION. 

And I am back from the land of Pei Pa Koa's!!! Updates will still be slow, I don't know what virus I cultivated and brought home but I've been sick for the past week and still recovering. I will try to catch-up, I still have my unfinished drafts too.

Hope you enjoy this!