This week consider the notion of a wedding to be the topic for you to write about.
Your story could be the fairy tale account of true love finding itself.
Maybe a wedding where it was more important for the union of families to occur.
A wedding along the lines of a married at first sight scenario, horrible as the thought might be.
Ours was a very quiet affair. We told no-one other than our witnesses and parents (and a friend who was sworn to secrecy). I took the day off work preceding a week’s holiday, leaving a note in my desk drawer for my supervisor asking her to book it as a wedding day, not a normal holiday. Apparently there was a commotion in the office when she read it.
There were nine of us at the registry office. We couldn’t afford buttonholes, so I made them from pink and white
toilet tissue paper. My corsage was silk flowers from a craft shop, and I’d made my wedding cake which was in the boot of the car ready for our reception.
We weren’t allowed to throw confetti, so it was sugar puffs and rice crispies. The birds were thrilled (and fishing them out of my bra on our wedding night was a riot, as was the wedding suite, an inside cabin with bunk beds on the overnight ferry).
Our reception was in a function room at a pub, and it was a truly wonderful day.
Pieces of cake were despatched with guests for non attendants, and we left everyone with money behind the bar for more drinks and went home to collect our luggage and catch the bus for a trip to Amsterdam for our honeymoon.