Annabel calls: “I’ve had 2 people who said they were coming who’ve now emailed to say they can’t make it. I’m worried we won’t have enough people for the ‘White Room’.”
The reception is going to be at this beautiful seaside hotel. Its events rooms overlook the ocean: the ‘White Room’ requires a minimum of 60 guests; less than that and we’re in the ‘Blue Room’. It’s a more intimate space but it has the same stunning views through its full length windows. Annabel really, really wants the ‘White Room’ with its crystal chandeliers and grand entrance. The guest list has been an endless juggle of people and budget. Louise says that they had cancellations a couple of weeks before the wedding and had to call friends who had been left off the original list. She says it was a bit embarrassing but she soon saw who her good friends were! I suppose this scenario is the same for most weddings. Anyway, back to Annabel’s call.
“Oh dear,” I reply, “we’ll have to invite the second tier cousins but there are rather a lot of them and if they all accept we’ll be beyond our budget.” I say it soothingly. trying to placate the quiver of tension that’s shooting up my torso like a rocket from a launchpad.
“We’ll find some people in the road, some strays we can herd in if we need to. The hotel can give them ties and at least they’ll get a decent meal.” says Annabel.
“Yes,” I say, “what a good idea. I can see the doorman ushering them into reception and handing them over to the floor manager … ‘Come this way, Sir … we just need to get you into a tie and jacket before you can go upstairs. Shame about the grubby pants and I’m afraid we don’t have shoes for you but no one will notice when you’re sitting down.'”
“I think you’re losing it, Mum. I was being facetious, you know.”
Whatever ‘it’ is has already gone. Why couldn’t they just elope!
I sit down at my table and reach for a length of lovely satin ribbon and a new stem wire and after a few roses I’m as calm as Buddha under the Bodhi Tree.