The wedding planner • Bechloe

1. The Wedding Planner

The rain fell down, thousands of beads dripping down the glass window. The stereo was playing my favorite stress relief music. I looked up at the sign as I drive past a few buildings. As I hummed along with the music, everything happened so quickly like a blur. A truck from my left drove like lightening. I turned my head and gasped as the truck crashed against my car in a matter of seconds. Glasses shattered. Wheels screeched against the black top. My body rested on the other passenger seat, covered in blood. My heart pounded loudly and quickly...And it slowly fell to a slow very slow rhythm.

I kicked my legs off the bed. Cold drops of sweat fell down my forehead, my lips pale and dry from panting. I dug my hands in my hair and closed my eyes for a moment.

"It's just a dream. It's just a dream, Chloe."

My alarm clock that was on my bed stand started to beep. I dropped my hands and opened my eyes. I reached for the clock and slammed it for it to turn off. It's eight thirty.

I dropped my head tiredly and cursed under my breath. "Fuck...I'm going to be late." I flipped my hair back and jumped out of bed.

Like any other day, I busied myself in the bathroom. Freshening up with a lot of toothpaste and soap before rinsing and running to my closet. When you're a wedding planner, the only things you can't wear is casual clothing. I grabbed my new black suit with a clean white dress shirt that hung on a clothes line. I quickly slipped off my night gown and started to put the suit on.

I straightened the coat properly and stood in front of a mirror to get my hair done. I dug my hands in my messy hair and gave it a good, hard brush. Carefully I braided a small portion on the side of my hair and tied the rest of the hair into a tight pony tail. I lifted my head to check the time again. It's eight fifty. I grabbed my purse and my phone and headed out the door.

The elevator opened and I stepped inside. No one was on it except two women, who looked like an engaged couple. Well, I guess I have some work to do once I get up to my department. I gave them a small smile as I got in. The door closed behind me.

I stood in the far corner to give that couple some space. Suddenly, the woman spoke. "Which floor are you going to? You didn't press the button."

I shook my head. "No. The seventh floor is where I'm going to."

She smiled."Oh. Are you engaged too?"

"Oh no. I work there."

She took her fiancé's hand and shook it to grab her attention. "Well this is great, you can help plan our wedding. Are you a wedding planner?"

"Yes I am. Well, I usually meet my clients in my office, but meeting here out of the blue is fine too." I reached out my hand. "I'm Chloe Beale."

She took my hand and gave it a light shake. "I'm Marissa. This is my fiancé Beca Mitchell."

I took a closer look at the fiancé. Dear Lord, she is gorgeous. I guess there's an age difference here between them, but my God Beca is such a beautiful woman. I have the perfect theme for this couple already!

Marissa released my hand and Beca took it next. Her hands are warm, I can feel my freezing hands melt by her touch. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

She's also very polite. Wow, they really are perfect for each other. Oh gosh, I hope their minds aren't full of crazy ideas. I can't endure another crazy wedding. "Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Mitchell."

"Please, Beca. Call me Beca, Miss Beale."

I felt myself taken a back as I released her hand. "By all means, let's all feel free to call each other by our first names."

The door came to a stop and opened. I gestured my hand to the doorway. "Shall we?"

When the three of us walked past the hallway and straight to my office. Marissa already started off on a few things she had in mind. I opened the door and let the two of them in. Marissa and Beca took a seat while I sat on my office chair behind my desk.

She had one hand waving back and forth and the other hand folded together with Beca's. "I want an open wedding. Me and Beca are not religious so marrying off in a church is completely unnecessary. I really like a moat, so I want everyone to have a beautiful view when the food is passed out."

"A moat? I can work with that. I'll call my assistant right now and try to book on a few options you and Beca choose. Does the location matter?"

She shook her head. "No. But we do want to find a place for a reception quickly because we want to send out our invitations as soon as possible. Because strangely, we already ordered the food and the cake and including some gifts for the guests. The only things we're missing is the reception, my dress, Beca's dress, and the invitation."

I picked up my pencil and scribbled it all down on my notebook. "Okay. Wow, I guess there really isn't much to write on my 'to do list'. How about any special decoration you want to add? Because usually most couples ask me to add a special memorial picture or a short movie of how they proposed"

Marissa nodded. "Oh yes. There is this one special thing. During the reception, I want to show the guests how Beca proposed to me."

Beca placed a hand on her cheek and pulled her closer for a quick kiss. I just awed by that adorable gesture. "How did you propose, Beca?"

"I proposed after she got her fourth Academy Award for Best Screenplay."

I gasped. "Oh my gosh. You're a film writer?! I can't believe it."

She placed a hand on her chest, looking a bit flattered. "That reward was for last year's film called Kingdom of Hell. It was quite a challenge, I was so shocked when I got up those stairs with Beca on my arm to claim the reward. I was even more surprised and almost dropped my precious reward on the floor when she fell on one knee and slipped a ring on my finger." She opened her hands and wiggled her fingers to flash her ring.

I reached for her hand and took a closer look at the thousands of dollar ring. "Yellow canary? Man, I hate you Marissa." I seated back to my chair.

She chuckled. "Oh I know how you feel, sweetheart."

Beca wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed her cheek on the top of Marissa's head.

My heart just felt so warmly for them.

I straightened myself back to business. "Anyway, I promise I will make this one hell of a wedding. Just give me the ideas and I'll make it possible." I reached for my bag and pulled out a card. I handed it to Marissa and she took it.

"Call me any time if you have any questions, and I'll call you as soon as possible."

Beca pulled out her very own business card out of her pocket and handed it to me. I smiled. "Of course, you two also have business cards."

She and Marissa stood up. I placed the card down on top of my notebook. I got up as they headed to the door.

"Well, is there any last minute idea I need to know about?"

Marissa nodded. "Oh yes. I almost forgot. Beca's family is Irish, well.. Her moms side is, and it will be very special for her family to have these special traditional beer glasses."

Okay that beats last year's Southern wedding. I curved a weak smile. "Oh. Show them to me and I'll try to match it with some optional decorations.

Beca tapped my shoulder and I looked at her. "Marissa and I have a film to make now. It's been five weeks since we started so it'll be a little risky to contact us at all times. So email or messages to our assistants will be better choices."

I nodded. "I see. I understand...Wait. So Marissa's is a writer, what do you do?"

"I'm a director."

Marissa wrapped an arm around hers. "Not just a director. A brilliant director. She won six Emmys in a row from the pass years. I intend to wear another uncomfortable dress for her and walk down that red carpet again with her this year. The only difference will be that the two of us will be wearing matching wedding bands. Right babe?"

Beca leaned closer to her and they exchanged a quick yet passionate kiss. "Of course, beautiful."