One million dollars? One million dollars? What in the hell am I going to do with a million dollar budget?
The possibilities were endless for Erin as she agreed to the budget that Randy set out. And with the budget, came much responsibility. She wasn't getting married to anyone—she was getting married to Randy Orton. And she wasn't putting on a wedding in front of friends and family. It was a wedding that was going to be featured in every celebrity magazine and talked about for years to come.
Yeah, no pressure. No pressure at all.
Deciding that they were going to need a little more time than the few hours she had in Vegas, Erin and Randy decided that a year was plenty of time to plan their dream wedding—and enough time for Erin to find a suitable psychologist so she won't go nutty.
Randy stopped by Erin's house to pick her up. Once they decided on the budget, Operation Orton Wedding was in full effect. On this particular day, they were going to meet with Stephanie to pick a venue. Erin was in her bedroom putting on the finishing touches of her makeup when Randy kissed the nape of her neck. "Mmm…you smell delicious."
Erin tried to contain her composure. "Orton…"
Randy leaned over and kissed Erin's lips. He licked the outline of her lips before gently sucking on the lower lip. "Hey Boo. What's going on?"
"What's our estimated number of guests? Stephanie said it'll be easier to choose a venue in that manner."
"Well, how many are you going to invite?"
Erin thought about the number off the top of her head. "I think with my family and friends, probably 100. You?"
"A thousand."
Erin almost dropped her blush brush. "A thousand?"
"My business partners, my mom and dad's friends, the associates of Orton Advertising, my friends and family." Randy nodded. "It's easily a thousand."
"Randy, we're not going to have 1100 people at our wedding."
"Why not?"
"Orton, I'm not about to have a bunch of people at my wedding that I don't know!"
"Yeah, but think of all the cool gifts we'll get." He smiled.
Erin sighed. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." She decided to change the subject before she beat Randy with her shoe. "How do you feel about not getting married in a church? I really want an outdoor wedding. I told Stephanie to pick venues for an outdoor ceremony."
"That's fine." Randy shrugged. "I'll probably burn in church any damn ways."
"Randy!" Erin smiled.
"Well, it's true. I've done some things that are kinda frowned upon."
"Oh really?" Erin couldn't pass up the chance to watch her husband embarrass himself in front of her. "Like what?"
Randy swallowed. "You know…stuff."
"Like what?"
"You know…stuff."
"I know what stuff is, Orton. I want to know what stuff you did."
Randy adjusted his collar. "Um, shouldn't we be meeting with Stephanie now?"
"No, this is much more interesting." Erin became more comfortable on her bed. "What stuff could make you go to hell, Orton?"
Randy decided to distract Erin from the conversation. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. "You know it's been a long time since we made love."
"Mmm hmm and it'll be a longer time if you don't tell me what sins you have done."
Randy pulled Erin's hair from her face and kissed her. "I missed you."
"Orton."
Randy trailed his tongue against her neck. "I want you, Erin."
"Orton."
Randy massaged her back as he carefully slid one hand up her shirt and un-hooked her bra. "Mmm…a lot."
"Not in my parents' house, Orton."
Randy adjusted Erin so she was straddling him. He then moved his hands so they were cupping her breasts. "God, I missed you so much."
"Orton."
He then removed his hands from her shirt and put them behind his head. "Okay, not in your parents' house."
"No, no, no." Erin then removed her shirt. "You're going to finish what you started."
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Stephanie walked around The Frick museum waiting for her clients. Randy was known to be notoriously late and today was no exception. As Stephanie scoped out the venue and gathered ideas, Randy and Erin rushed through the entryway. Erin was still straightening her hair while she tried to keep up with her speed-walker husband.
"You're a good hour late." Stephanie said as she glanced down at her watch.
"We…um…we got lost." Randy smiled.
"Lost, huh?" Stephanie questioned. "You live ten miles away, Randy."
"It's a long drive and I couldn't remember the…the way to get here." Randy nodded.
Stephanie turned to Erin. "Do I look stupid? Do I?"
Erin blushed in embarrassment. "So let's take a look at this venue, shall we?"
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Four hours and several car trips later, Erin was getting frustrated. Stephanie chose different museums in New York that catered weddings and receptions, since Erin was an art lover. Yet, none of them met her requisite level of enthusiasm. They were either too dark; too small; or in Randy's words, "too boring."
"Exactly how many guests are you expecting?"
"One thousand." Randy answered before Erin socked him in the stomach. "700." She socked him again. "600." Erin hit him again. "Woman, I'm not your punching bag."
Stephanie smiled. "How many guests are you having, Erin?"
Erin looked up at Randy and he conceded to her request. "450." She said.
"Randy, is that fine?"
"Mmm hmm." He nodded.
"Good. I have one last venue to show you." Stephanie said as she walked inside the Oneka Castle.
The Oneka Castle is the second-largest private home in the United States and popular place to hold events and other special occasions. It was known for its extravagance, luxury, and style that was above and beyond other venues. Erin and Randy instantly fell in love with the site.
"It's perfect!" Erin clamored.
"I dig it." Randy said.
"Good to know. Now, your wedding colors are the light, medium, and dark shades of magenta, right?" Stephanie asked as Erin nodded. "Well, we could have a gazebo over here with pink, white and lavender rose petals strewn about. Or we could have the chairs in a circular motion instead of the standard direction. We can also have the chair covers in the different wedding shades." She said
"That sounds perfect!" Erin said. "What do you think, baby?"
"Sounds good to me, Boo. Whatever you want, let's make it happen." He said as he kissed her. "But what about this?" Randy surveyed the lawn area. "Right here, all over the lawn area…I want a huge RKO."
"RKO?" Erin asked.
"Yeah, my initials. All over the lawn area." Randy nodded. "Perfect."
"What about my initials, Orton?"
"Yeah, but honey, your initials are EMO. That's code for gay."
Erin folded her arms and smirked. "Really? Kinda like how you're acting right now?"
"Not funny, Erin."
Erin slapped the back of Randy's head. "I'm not laughing."
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