"Do we need to book a wedding photographer?"
"No."
"No? You don't want photos of the big day?"
"No, I want them. We just don't need to hire one for the day."
"But-"
"I know loads of photographers, one being my cousin, Laure. She'll do it. If I ask nicely."
"And a videographer?"
"Um... I don't know any of those."
"-We'll need a videographer.- Ok, next on the list- you have your dress, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Bridesmaids?"
"Chosen."
"I meant their dresses."
"Oh, yeah, got those, too."
"What colour are they? Remember we've changed the colour scheme."
"Oh, right... I'll talk to my mum and we'll get it sorted."
"Nola's dress?"
"I'll call Jenna and we'll take Nola shopping."
"Ok, well I'm sorting out the suits with the guys tonight-"
"The guys? You're still having those arseholes as your groomsmen?"
"If you have Jasmine, I get to keep the arseholes. Hair and makeup? Do I need to book someone?"
"Maybe to do the hair, but I think we're ok with the makeup. Emma is surprisingly talented when she's armed with MAC."
"What's MAC?"
<<Makeup.>>
"Yeah, what your wedding planner said."
"Our wedding planner."
"Yeah, that too."
"Ok, to preface this next question I must stress that it's on the list. This isn't me asking, but the wedding planning book. Have you got your bridal lingerie?"
"Haha, yes, Daniel, I've got that sorted. Thank you for asking."
"You're welcome. Ok, transportation. The church is on the estate, but it's a fair bit of a trek from the house. Do you want a vintage car, a modern car, a horse and carriage?"
"A horse and carriage, please."
"You don't want that."
"I don't?"
"No, you want... A Bentley or a Rolls Royce."
"Mhm. In that case, we can ask my dad to break out his Rolls Royce."
"Your dad has a Rolls Royce?"
"Mum has a Bentley. Either car will do, right?"
"Right. Any other cars available to us?"
"Probably. Why?"
"Cars for the wedding party."
"Oh, right. Well, Dad and I can have the Rolls. The bridesmaids could go in the Bentley. Mum can go with Adam in Charlotte's BMW. As for you and your motley crew, I'm sure you can sort yourselves out."
"..."
"Actually, you couldn't even arrange for you lot to come back from Amsterdam. I think my parents still have Emma's Q5 in their garage, if that helps."
"So, we're good on the car front. -What's next on the list?-"
<<Entertainment.>>
"Ok, Soph- DJ or live band?"
"God, that's a hard one. You and I don't even have the same taste in music."
"True. Ok, so we've seen this idea that we can go with- when we send out the invites, we send out an RSVP card, where, on the flip side, the guests write out the name of a song they'd most like to hear at the wedding. Basically, our guests will decide the set list for the DJ. We may need to ask them for about two or three song suggestions, just to make sure we have enough songs."
"How long do you think this party is going to go on for?"
"You've clearly not been out with Fletch."
"Urgh, that man. I don't like him."
"You get used to him."
"I'd rather not. Could I get him deported?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because he has dual citizenship."
"How?"
"He was born in London to an English mother, while he grew up in Australia because his dad is from Perth. But he grew up in Sydney."
"So, you mean to tell me that I can't get him kicked out of the country?"
"No, Sophie, you can't."
"Don't 'Sophie' me because I don't like the bloke. What's next on the list?"
"Uh, we decided on Amazing Grace and We Pledge to One Another as our hymns. For our readings, you want something from Sex and the City- I still don't understand why- and you want Lucas to read out the lyrics to Hymne à L'amour. We need to book to go get our wedding rings sorted."
"Can we get one handmade? I feel like, to go with the engagement ring, we can't get one from a shop."
"-We need to find a jeweller that can handmake our rings.- Ok, wedding favours. Ideas?"
"Nope."
"Not helpful. Fine, we'll sort that out. What about gifts for the wedding party?"
"Easy. For the ladies, we're going down the jewellery route."
"I was thinking hip flasks for the guys. Oh, how about mini bottles of champagne for guests and a hangover recovery kit for when they're a little worse for wear the next morning?"
"Done."
"Wedding registry or not?"
"Not. There's nothing we need, so how about we ask for donations to charity instead?"
"Any particular ones?"
"Um, Great Ormond Street Hospital?"
"Ok, let me write that down... Ok, I think we're done on our end."
"Sure?"
"Mhm."
"Great. This was painless!"
"That's because you weren't here."
"Don't lie. You loved it."
"True. Oh, wait... final thing- who will officiate our wedding?"
"Don't you have someone to officiate?"
"I do, but I thought, maybe, you'd like to have Father McGuire officiate."
"You'd be ok with that?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Can I text him to ask if he's willing?"
"You text your priest?"
"Mhm. I have many sins to repent. Although, texting him at 2am asking for forgiveness because I took a life does annoy him."
"Whose life do you take at 2am?"
"Spiders."
"Bullshit. -Sorry for cursing.- But, liar, liar, pants on fire, Sophie Clément! You are not the one killing spiders at 2am. I am!"
"Then I am repenting on your behalf."
"You're not sane."
"Don't pretend like that's not a turn on for you."
"Haha, you know me too well."
"Mhm. I lvoe you."
"I love you too."