Penelope was like most little girls, and had been dreaming about her wedding day ever since she could remember. She used to take her mom’s old dresses and dad’s suit jackets and play bride and groom with the other neighborhood kids for hours on end.
However, as she grew into an adult and went through the pains of trying to find Mr. Right, she began to doubt whether or not her dream would ever be realized. That is, until she met Scott.
Scott was unlike other men. He was romantic with every fiber of his being. He supported Penelope in her career. He loved Penelope’s family as his own. He wanted someone to settle down and grow old with.
Then, on February 14, 2015, after 2 years of a perfect relationship, Scott got down one knee and asked Penelope to spend the rest of her life with him. The engagement scene was picture perfect – a starry night, with a cool breeze on their romantic walk after an incredible dinner.
Penelope choked back tears as she said “Of course.” They kissed in the moonlight, and she began mentally planning their storybook wedding.
However, as anyone who ever plans a wedding knows, the process is anything but smooth. First, the venue Penelope desperately wanted wasn’t available on their date – February 14, 2016. Then, the caterer Scott had his heart set on went out of business. When they found out that the band that had played during their first kiss had broken up, Penelope was ready to throw in the towel and head down to the courthouse.
As Penelope cried on her mom’s shoulder one Saturday afternoon, her mom suggested a plan to change the course of events. “Start with the dress,” her mom said. “Start with the dress, and let the magic of the perfect dress flow through to the rest of the details.” Penelope agreed to give it a try and went on the hunt for her dream wedding dress.
After 20 different dresses in the style she thought she liked failed to leave her enchanted, her mom suggested a different approach. “Try this one,” her mom nudged, as she pulled out a tea-length dress with stunning fabric detail. Penelope was hesitant… she had always imagined herself in a full-length ball gown with a dramatic train. But, she gave in to her mother’s wishes.
When she put on the dress, she teared up a little. “This is the one,” she said as she stepped out of the fitting room. When she saw the tear of joy in her mother’s eye, she knew her wedding plans were turning around.
Once she had the perfect dress, it seemed as if the rest of the details just worked out. Scott had managed to find an idyllic garden venue to create the perfect backdrop for their special day. Penelope’s brother suggested a non-traditional caterer that would create a custom gourmet salad and pizza bar for their guests. Penelope even managed to find a florist who could turn her love for dried flowers into a stunning bouquet.
Opening her mind to a different style of wedding dress allowed Penelope the freedom to explore a different kind of wedding then she had originally pictured – a wedding that was as unique and special as her relationship with Scott. This wedding would truly be the fairy tale representation of their years together and their years to come. She couldn’t wait to walk down the aisle.
The day of the wedding finally arrived. Scott couldn’t contain his excitement to see his bride in the dress that changed the course of their wedding. Penelope couldn’t wait to say I Do and become Scott’s wife.
The wedding was perfect. There was not a dry eye in the room as Penelope and Scott declared their love each other. Guests loved the salad and pizza bar, and couldn’t stop raving about how stunning the venue was.
There was one detail, however, that Penelope simply had to keep no matter how traditional it now seemed in comparison to the rest of their wedding. As the newlyweds prepared to leave for their honeymoon, guests lined up, sparklers in hand and lit the way for the couple as they prepared to start their new life as man and wife.
Story by Lindsay Viker, Editor-in-Chief of CoutureintheSuburbs.com
Fictional story. Any resemblance to real life events is purely coincidental.