I bit my lip. “It is fun to think about, though…”
“Exactly.” She nodded. “So let’s have fun thinking about it, at least… What harm could it do?”
I laughed and nodded. “Fair point.”
“Great; now tell me, where would your dream wedding take place?” Missy said, and then before I could answer, she continued. “I would suggest a huge destination wedding, with five hundred people at least.”
I laughed. “Oh yeah?” I nodded. “And who’s going to pay for a huge destination wedding?”
“Um…Chance?”
I shook my head. “You’re describing your dream wedding,” I said. “Not mine.”
“You wouldn’t want a destination wedding?” she asked.
“Actually, I think I’d like to get married here so that my family can be there, and Chance’s, too,” I said. “I want a small wedding, no more than sixty people. And I’d like it to be somewhere bright and open, somewhere with a lot of trees, under a clear blue sky. Then we can have a nice long honeymoon in Europe.”
“Ah, that makes sense,” she nodded. “Would you go to Paris again?”
“Paris is a must,” I said. “The city is sentimental to me now… I have so many beautiful memories that I don’t ever want to forget.”
“Well, go on, paint me a picture of your wedding day,” she insisted.
“I haven’t really given it much thought before now,” I admitted. “But off the top of my head… I think I would want a pianist instead of a band, lots of non-traditional flowers for the ceremony, and I don’t want to wear a veil.”
“Hmm…you surprise me,” Missy said. “Your vision is quite rebellious.”
“Is it?”
“It is for you.”
I mocked at her and continued. Now that I had started to imagine it, the images in my head wouldn’t stop. “I’d want Tommy to be a ring bearer, but I don’t want bridesmaids or flower girls.”
“Excuse me?”
“What?”
“I have to be maid of honor,” Missy said firmly. “Otherwise I’m not coming.”
I laughed. “Of course, you’re maid of honor.”
“Excellent.” She smiled. “What kind of dress will I be expected to wear?”
“Don’t worry,” I told her. “I don’t believe that the bridesmaid's dress needs to be hideous. I’ll find something beautiful and romantic for you to wear.”
“Excellent, I’ll hold you to that.”
I smiled. “And, I think I’d like to serve a three-course meal for dinner – a Parisian three-course dinner.”
“Wow…fancy.”
“It might be a little extravagant, but hey I can afford to be extravagant in my fantasies.”
“True.”
“And each course will be paired with a special vintage.”
Missy laughed at my enthusiasm. “And the honeymoon?” she asked. “Where will you go and for how long?”