Subtle beauty and quiet sparkle greeted us. That may be–in part– because they held the wedding in one of the most elegant churches in the community. In the spirit of fairness, the best way to describe it is to say: it was the best wedding, but with the worst people.
It was hard to imagine a Halloween wedding
I made a sarcastic remark when I received the invitation. A Halloween wedding? Give me a break. What were these people thinking? I’m humbled. And I’m glad to say I was wrong–at least about the concept.
At first glance, in the absence of people, everything was perfect. The wedding was on October 31; it was literally a Halloween wedding. Colors were ivory and orange, with brown, gold, and deep, burnt orange making up a spectacular fall color palette.
Ivory, pearls, and lace adorned the bride’s dress. The maid of honor wore an alluring brown chiffon gown, accented with ivory pearls on the bodice. The seven bridesmaids wore wonderful chiffon burnt orange full-length dresses that draped tastefully off the shoulders. Each bridesmaid carried a single, long-stemmed ivory rose, tied with an ivory satin ribbon. To say they were absolutely beautiful isn’t sufficient, but it will have to suffice. They were absolutely beautiful.
Men of the court were dashing and equally attractive. Something about weddings makes those of the wedding party more attractive. Suddenly, you glanced twice at guys you never found nice-looking. For this wedding, the groomsmen wore ivory long-tails, with burnt orange cummerbunds. It was white tie; and the groomsmen resembled those from the 1850s British Regency. Saying the groom was the envy of every man in the room is an under-statement. It was the best wedding from a distance, and had great photo optics; but that’s it.
Members of the families were horrible to each other. It’s ironic. People should complete the wedding perfection. But instead, tension and resentment between the wedding families prevailed. As they came in, tension filled the room with them. The wedding party, which consisted of friends of the bride and groom– wasn’t the problem. They, unfortunately, stood like stone-faced mannequins– wearing elegant dress–who struggled awkwardly to separate themselves from the feud.
Apparently, these families perpetuate a feud that began decades before the bride and groom were born. They probably don’t know “why” they hate each other or why they do nasty things. Perhaps it just feels natural, so they do it. These are the worst people I’ve ever encountered because they seemed to enjoy ruining an important day for the bride and groom.