Of Wedding Cakes and Dresses

Chapter 12

A chapter excerpt from The Park Sisters’ Wedding Guide: How Not To Go Crazy Over Your Big Day

Chapter 12: Choosing A Photographer

Choosing the right photographer is almost as important as choosing your dress. ~HyeBin

Almost, but not quite. ~SunRi

Well, it’s close. I mean, the photographer has to capture the “spirit” of the day. ~AeYoung

Plus, the pictures have to be ones that you’re proud of and want to keep forever and ever. ~SoRi

So make sure the photographer is someone who can make you feel at ease. ~JooLi

And, is willing to take the pictures you want. ~HyeBin

Make sure you let your photographer know what is expected from him or her right from the start. ~SunRi

What, you didn’t enjoy re-enacting The Swan Princess, Sunny? ~SoRi

*growls* SHUT UP! ~SunRi

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Kyuhyun awoke the next morning with a pounding headache and the taste of something unpleasant in his mouth. Rolling over onto his back, he groaned as the sunlight streaming in from behind the blinds hit his eyes.

“Well, at least I made it home,” he muttered to himself. He definitely wouldn’t put it past Heechul to leave him somewhere, stranded, just for a laugh. Glancing around the bedroom and smiling cynically, he groaned again, louder this time, when the room began to spin as a result of his movement.

“Kyuhyun?” he heard Misa softly call from the direction of the bedroom door. “Anata? Are you up?”

As carefully as he could, Kyuhyun lifted his head from the pillow, and squinted at the slender form standing in the doorway. “Misa?” he mumbled. “Angel, is that you?” He let his head fall back onto the pillow with a grunt.

He heard her giggle, then her footsteps approaching the bed. “Who else would it be, silly?” she said, and he felt the mattress sink down beside him as she sat on the bed. “Or did you bring someone home with you?”

He scoffed, shutting his eyes tightly against the teasing in her voice. “Zhoumi definitely doesn’t count!” he murmured.

She giggled, then placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “How are you feeling?” she asked, brushing back the hair from his forehead.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her fingers against his skin. “Like my head is trying to eat itself and something crawled into my mouth and died,” he answered, truthfully.

“Is that what that smell is?” she joked, pretending to delicately sniff in his direction.

“Shut it,” he growled at her, his eyes still closed.

“People will never believe the way you talk to me if I told them,” she said, pouting. When he growled again, she giggled. “I’ll go get some aspirin,” she told him. “I’ll be right back.” She got to her feet and disappeared through the door.

Kyuhyun paused for a moment before dragging himself out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom. He took one look at his reflection in the mirror and practically hissed. He didn’t like the way his skin seemed paler than usual or particularly fancied the dark circles that surrounded his bloodshot eyes. If he asked anyone, he was sure they’d answer that he looked like one of those damn vampires from that popular book series a few years back, but in all honesty, Kyuhyun couldn’t understand how looking like a dead person could drive girls wild.