章 16: Chapter 16 - Invitation Only • Part 3
So today is the day. It's the 5th of July. Mine and Chris's freaking wedding day.
I've got to tell you the truth - the planning has been really fucking stressful. We started off with the venue in LA, but we both realised that we wanted somewhere more remote, somewhere that nobody really knows about. We chose France. We looked through so many, and so many were booked up. But we came across this venue that looked perfect for the both of us. It was a castle. A gorgeous, old castle with so much history behind it. The architecture was to die for - this was it.
Then we sorted out the guest list - and let me tell you, deciding who to invite to a wedding is the most difficult thing. You're constantly asking the questions, 'would you class them as a friend?', 'would they invite you to their wedding?', 'how long has it been since i spoke to them?', and 'would you class them as family?' - honestly its been a nightmare. However, we decided on close friends and family as we wanted it to be as small and intimate as possible, so the guest list only has 14 people. Chris then took a break as he was doing a few more gigs with the band - i thought it would be the perfect time to find my dress. Looking high and fucking low for a dress i liked was hard enough (i soon realised how picky i was) but then i had to see if it fit. I felt like i had the body of a fucking octopus, nothing was going on, and if it went on it fell straight down my body. But then...
Just perfect.
I stumbled upon this when i was looking through this website, all the dresses were named after girls - similar to Eddie Stobart but less truck-like. And guess what the fucking dress was called.
Harper.
Thats it. Fucking Harper. I mean if thats not a sign i don't know what is.
Chris told me to pick him something out, so i decided on a white tuxedo - to be completely honest, the man could wear a bin-bag and still look gorgeous but i knew he'd look gorgeous in this. It was a white blazer with black pants and a black waistcoat. It was perfect for him. Anyway, it got to March and Chris was back from America. We started to plan things for inside the venue, like the dinner hall and reception. We had always planned on having a simple theme, rustic and nothing too fancy. We wanted to remember it for the events, not the location.
I think I've finally brought you all to the present day. Our wedding day - if I've not already told you.
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11:24am
I'm sat in my hotel room, Avery and Zoe are with me and i'm sat in front of a dressing table getting my hair and makeup done - this has got to be the most surreal feeling in the world. In two and a half hours i'm marrying my Chris. How has my life changed so much, i'm marrying a man that i adore, and that man is Mr Christopher fucking Adams.
The woman gives me a soft but elegant makeup look with a nude lip and gloss, and does my hair in a waterfall braid. The girls have similar makeup look done before we all take one last look at ourselves - vain i know - and head to get our dresses on. I picked out a dress that was a taupe/beige colour for the girls, it was floor length and pleated. They fell in love with it as soon as they saw it. Everyone was helping me get into my dress as we heard a knock at the door, the makeup woman opened the door and my mum was stood there. She stepped in just as the dress was zipped up. I knew it was her. Just from the sound of her walk i knew it was her. I slowly turned round and walked over to her. It was complete silence before she whispered, "You look absolutely gorgeous Harper, really, you look beautiful. You too girls. You all look stunning...".
Both if us holding back the tears, i replied back, "Ahh Mum, i feel so happy... I'm so happy you're here!"
She gave me the longest hug as we tried to compose ourselves, we took a deep breathe and stepped away from each other so she could look at the dress. Another knock was at the door, we opened it to see Mark.
"Hey Mark, whats up?"
"Miss Jones soon to be Mrs Adams, would you and the others follow me. Chris wanted me to drive you to the venue in style."
We followed him and there were two cars at the front of the hotel. A limousine and a gorgeous Bentley. Mark said "Okay bride, step into the Bentley, and mom and the girls, you're in the limo. Jack's your driver."
As I sort of fell into the back seat of the Bentley (i was trying not to ruin the dress but it evidently did the opposite) and composed myself, i looked next to me.
"Dad?"
"Hi princess, i couldn't miss my daughter's wedding day... you look stunning Harper."
Now i know me and my Dad haven't had the best track record, but my god was i happy to see him. Having my Mum and Dad together at the same event seemed impossible, but they're both here, for me. This is the best feeling, along with the fact i'm getting - actually i think you already know.
"How did you get here?"
"Chris contacted me a few weeks ago, he thought i should be here for you, something about a woman, Betty i think her name was.."
"He's a special one, i've missed you so much... i'm really glad you made it. Are you walking me down the aisle?"
"What do you think silly? Of course i am. I'm your Dad Harper. Now your Mum told me about Chris, and obviously i know who he is and i know his age, but as long as you're happy, i'm happy."
"Thanks Dad, it really means a lot. Chris is the one for me and he's a great guy you'll really get on with him."
I would've asked him about how he is, but i realised he would just tell me about that son-of-a-cunt. So instead i kept my mouth shut.
He opened his hand, and i took it. Sitting in silence. In complete awe of everything around me.
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2:03pm
Driving down a path for what seemed like 10 minutes, the small building at the end was incrementally getting bigger, as it turned into that beautiful castle we fell in love with.
As both cars pull up to the driveway, Marilyn and Joe get out and hold the car door, both my parents get out first, apprehensively i watch through the window to see their reaction to each other. To my surprise, they smile at each other before my Dad turns to help me get out.
We all got out the cars and took one last look at the beauty before us, slowly walking towards the big oak doors.
Just as i step into the first day of the rest of my life, i hear bells start to ring before a bridal chorus is played on the piano.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, open them again and look behind me to see my mum and the girls. I then look to my left and see my Dad, as he links my arm and whispers, "come on princess... it's time".
I look in front of me and see the most beautiful room, rustic with fairy lights, just the right amount of chairs and him...
My Chris. The man i love is standing metres away from me as my Dad begins to walk forward. He squeezes my hand as i remember, thats what he did when i was little.
The nervous feeling leaves, as a rush of happiness fills me. I felt at home looking at him...
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The next chapter carries on...
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