A/N: Yeah… so this happened. So sorry about the multiple stories at once, BUT, once an idea hits me, a whole story hits me, and I physically can't stop myself from writing it. (Also, one of my bigger stories has less than 10 chapters left, so I kind of felt it was time to add another one to make my life more difficult ahaahaha xD Whatever! It's summertime and I'm being irresponsible!) LOL this is a bad idea… But I can't help it!
Inspiration for layout of chapters (short scenes) comes from smileslikesunset's brilliant story 'Country Nights, City Lights' which you all should definitely check out if you enjoy slow burn Lucaya and Maya moving to Texas AUs! :3 Layout won't quite be the same but chapters will all be short and around 1K words or so. This story will be slow burning as well!
Based on and inspired by The Wedding Planner which I just saw for the first time ever! I watched the movie… and then I thought, Mary loved love. But what if the wedding planner doesn't? What if she's a cynic? And this story was born xD So don't expect the storyline or characters to match up entirely with the movie's ahahah. I just wanted to write a messed up little word vomit-y story because I CAN :)
Warning: This is a Lucaya story, but there is Rucas in this story.
Rated T for Tactful or Tactless?
Enjoy loves! :3
Disclaimer: I don't own GMW, but Cynical!Maya is my heart and soul ❀(*´◡`*)❀
"I don't know what to do Maya!" Mr. Hinkles exclaimed, looking frenzied and scared, "The wedding is starting in ten minutes, and she's not anywhere!"
"Calm down, sir." Maya said soothingly to frazzled older man, a confident and consoling smile on her face as she gently patted his hand. "We have this under control. Just stand here and wait. We'll find your daughter."
He nodded, licking his lips nervously. "Alright."
"Stay. Here." She repeated, not just to him but also the bridesmaids and groomsmen looking put off. "And get in you guys' positions. I'll have Stacie back to you in no time."
She sauntered away from him, her heels clicking loudly against the tiles of the lobby of the chapel. She pressed the button of her earpiece.
"Missy. Found her yet?"
"Custodial services said there's someone puking in a toilet in the second level restroom."
"There's our bride…" Maya muttered.
With a roll of her eyes, she hurried up the stairs, trying to climb the steps as quickly as she could—and not trip and fall—in the tight pencil skirt and unreasonably high heels she'd worn for the occasion. Under normal circumstances, Maya wasn't so stupid as to wear such dangerous shoes, but as a pint sized wedding planner, there were quite a few clients who tended not to take her too seriously. So every extra inch counted.
Maya hurried her way down the hall and pushed into the swinging door of the women's lavatory. She was met by the rancid odor of puke and disgusting sound of retching. With a sigh, Maya spoke into her communication device.
"God… " She said, her lip curled in disgust, "Okay. Found her Missy."
"Hey Maya? People are starting to look restless in the chapel. What do I do?"
"Distract them."
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?"
"I don't know. Take off your top or something."
"Plan B please?"
"Have the organist start the interlude for the bridesmaids and groomsmen to walk."
"Alright, but you're on sudden death as of now. Clock's ticking..."
"Well aware…" Maya said as she carefully approached the stall to the sound of wet chunks hitting the water. "Hey Stacie? Is that you?"
There was a groan and then the pale faced bride pried herself out, a bit of puke lining her lips and her chin. Maya was utterly relieved that her dress hadn't gotten splashed with any of the vomit. She wasn't equipped to take care of that kind of disaster. Stacie walked to the sink, rinsing out her mouth with cold water.
"Maya, I can't do this…" she muttered, looking at her face in the mirror, her eyes red rimmed and watery.
Maya sighed as she dug in her bag for her emergency makeup kit and clean up supplies. "What are you worried about?"
"This is just a bad idea… Why am I marrying him? What if things don't work out?" She rested her hand on her abdomen. "Is it really a good idea to marry someone just because I'm having his baby?"
Maya took Stacie's chin in her hand, turning it to face her. She pulled a tissue out of her bag and gently wiped away the smudged lipstick.
"Stacie. Remind me why you're marrying Philip again."
"I don't want to have a child out of wedlock."
"And why don't you want a child out of wedlock?" Maya pulled out some fresh lipstick, carefully applying it on the parts of her lips missing the soft pink.
"Because my mother and father would make my life living hell if they found out."
"Right. Your parents would become tyrannical. And you don't want that. So you're marrying the man who impregnated you." Maya smiled, carefully wiping tears from her lower lids, making sure not to smudge her mascara. "But you also told me that you love Philip. That you love his smile and the way he makes you feel. The way he fills your heart with warmth. That even if you weren't pregnant, you would still marry him in a heartbeat, right?"
Stacie nodded, a small smile gracing her lips.
"So we're just pushing the timeline forward, aren't we?" She carefully dusted some blush on the bride's face. There was nothing she could do to bring colour to her face at this point. An extra layer would just have to do. "That's all we're doing. You still get to marry Philip. But just earlier than you expected."
"Three minutes til go time Maya. You better hurry the hell up."
"But what if everything goes all wrong? What if we fight?" Stacie asked worriedly.
"Stacie. I can't tell you that everything will be alright. I don't know the future. I don't know how things will turn out for you and Philip once you're married." Maya patted her cheek. "But fights are normal in a relationship. What matters isn't how mad you guys get with each other or how often you're at each other's throats. At the end of the day, what matters is that you both love each other. And that's what will make your relationship work, no matter how dysfunctional it may become."
Stacie sniffled and gave Maya a hug. "Thank you. I needed that."
"Right. But hugs can take place later." Maya gently pushed her off. "So go out there and kick some ass on your wedding. You've been waiting for this day since you found out you got knocked up. So march downstairs, meet your father at the doors, and be prepared for the most perfect wedding Philip's money could buy."
Which honestly wasn't much, but whatever...
"Right!"
Stacie rushed out of the bathroom doors to head downstairs and meet her father, and Maya tossed the used tissues in the trash bin as she left to observe the ceremony as well.
"Success?"
"Yupp. Cue the organ to start playing Here Comes The Bride."
"Right on it."
As Maya walked down the hall to the stairwell, the organ began belting out the notes to the familiar wedding march.
Maya leaned over the stair railing, watching the ground floor where Stacie hugged her nervous father in apology for her temporary disappearance. They walked through the doors of the chapel arm in arm and a small smile crept on Maya's face.
Once again, she'd managed to make a wedding happen despite the brainless twit of a groom, his douche-y best man who Maya was positive was banging Stacie's mother, and Stacie herself, whose baby bump had to be tied down heavily with a girdle in order to even zip up the dress she insisted she wear because it was her mother's, and they were supposed to be the same size. Not to mention the bright orange bridesmaids dresses and lime green groomsmen suits.
It was a subpar, mediocre, and borderline shitty wedding, but somehow, Maya had managed to make it look like a dream come true with the bright orange roses adorning walls and pews and pillars and the plush lime green lace complimenting the oh so gorgeous flowers. This was one for the books. She took something atrocious and had turned it into something fit for kings and queens. She was lucky she had impeccable aesthetic senses. She deserved an award for the work she'd put in this marriage to make it not look like Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory.
Maya smirked, mentally patting herself on the back.
This was probably one of the worst weddings she'd ever done in her life, but she'd done hella good work.
Good work indeed...