Chapter 7

Planning a Wedding

Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open. She groaned and stretched in bed. She sat up and looked at the floor by the foot of the bed. Will was lying on his back, his blankets askew. Elizabeth got out of bed and stepped over him as she walked out and into the kitchen.

She made herself some eggs and bacon and went to the table to eat. But instead, she stared down at the messy table, covered in bridal magazines. Her brow wrinkled in confusion as she set her breakfast down on top of the stuff and picked up the phone. She dialed the familiar number and waited for her call to be answered.

"Hello?" Erin greeted.

"Why is my kitchen table covered in wedding stuff?"

"Okay, I probably should have talked to you first before starting to plan your wedding, but…"

"Wait…you're planning my wedding? What…what the hell?"

"I was thinking that since you and Will are married that you should have an actual wedding."

"I don't think so…"

"Come on. Haven't you always wanted to have a wonderful wedding? A beautiful white dress? All eyes on you? You'll be the princess. No, no, you'll be the queen."

Elizabeth smiled dreamily. "Okay!" She exclaimed. "Oh my god, I'm so excited. I'm gonna have a wedding. I'm gonna be a bride…like a real bride."

"I knew you would love the idea! I have to get back to work, but when I get home we are gonna start planning. I bookmarked all the stuff in the magazines that I like and printed out stuff from the internet. Look through that and find what you like."

"Bye, see you later." She hung up and sat down, eagerly flipping through the magazines.

She found dozens of things she liked. She felt her heart beating twice as fast. Looking at all this wedding stuff made her feel like she was high. She was so giddy she could barley contain her excitement. She had been planning her wedding since she was 12 years old. Now was finally her chance to have the wedding of her dreams…even if she was already married.

Will padded out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. He walked over to the table and looked over Elizabeth's shoulder.

"What the hell is all of this?" He picked up a magazine and flipped through it.

"We're having a wedding."

"We're having a wedding? Since when?" He asked disbelievingly.

"Since about 5 minutes ago."

"We're not having a wedding."

"Why not?" She whined.

"Because that will just spur you to keep this going even longer. It's been a week already. When is this gonna stop?"

"When I say so. And I say it won't stop until at least after I have my wedding!"

"You are ridiculous! I can't believe I ever agreed to this in the first place."

"Well you did so now you're stuck with it."

"Don't remind me."

Will moodily walked away and into the his former bedroom

"Will, this is your wedding too! I want your input, Darling." She said mockingly.

He walked back and poked his head into the kitchen. "Tell me when, where, and what to wear and I'll be there. That's all I wanna have to do with it," he said before returning to the quest room.

Elizabeth shrugged and said to herself, "works for me."

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"Oh my god, Elizabeth, you are so beautiful," Erin said, close to tears as she looked at her best friend in the gorgeous white gown.

"Oh, honey, you really do look stunning. I never thought I'd see the day when I get to help pick out my daughter's wedding dress. Hell, even see my daughter getting married." Elaine dabbed her eyes with tissues. "So is this the dress?"

Elizabeth looked at herself in the full length mirror. It was a lace, mermaid dress from Jim Hjelm's collection. It was a spaghetti strap with lace on the straps and had a low cut neckline and an open back. Elizabeth just felt…right in it.

"Yeah, this is it. Oh my god, I can't believe this is my wedding dress." Elizabeth smiled herself in the mirror.

It was 1 week after Elizabeth and Will had decided to have a wedding…or rather Elizabeth and Erin had decided to have a wedding. It was only going to be a small wedding and it was three months away. It was Elizabeth's dream wedding. She had never wanted a large wedding. She wanted something small and sweet only with people she actually liked, not a bunch of people she felt obligated to invite if it were a big wedding.

"Okay, great. Well why don't you get back into your clothes and we can talk about the price and schedule and appointment for the fitting," the bridal consultant said.

After settling on just over 2,000 dollars for the beautiful wedding dress, the three women headed to their next appointment. After all, with the wedding only three months away, no matter how small, they had to get things done fast.

They walked into the bakery where they were getting the cake. They looked through a couple albums of wedding cakes for ideas before heading to the back office for their consultation.

"Hello," the sweet, middle aged, chubby man said as Elizabeth, Erin, and Elaine all sat down. "I'm Albert Hunter. Congratulations on getting married."

"Thank you," Elizabeth said shaking his hand. "I'm Elizabeth Swann, this is my mother Elaine, and this is my friend and maid of honor, Erin."

"Why don't you tell me a little bit about you wedding and we can get some ideas for you cake?"

"It's gonna be in three months, July 17th, and it's a really small wedding. About 50 people. The ceremony is gonna be down on the beach and the reception is at a hotel over looking the ocean. It's gonna be really pretty and intimate. The colors are black and white…just really sophisticated and modern. I want a small white cake with black flowers all over. Just simple," Elizabeth explained.

"Okay…" Albert said as he concentrated on drawing something on a piece of sketch paper. "What about something like this?" He showed them a quick sketch of a cake with black, fondant roses.

"I like that, just I don't want roses," she replied.

"You don't want roses?" Elaine asked incredulously. "You have to have roses! It's bad enough you want a black and white wedding, but now you don't want roses? Roses are so beautiful and romantic. They're perfect for weddings!"

Erin looked at them amusingly as Elizabeth decided to ignore her mother and gave an apologetic look to the baker. "Actually, I want something more fun and summery. Maybe daisies?"

Albert nodded and erased the roses, replacing them with black fondant daisies. Elizabeth smiled and nodded, pleased with the look of the cake. Her cell phone began to vibrate in her purse and seeing that it was Will, politely excused herself, hearing her mother's complaints and suggestions, better yet demands, on the cake.

She walked outside and stood on the sidewalk. "Hi, Will. What's up?"

"I just got a call from Malibu Ice Sculptures. They asked when you would like to come in to see the miniature version of your ice sculpture in order to approve it." He said, very annoyed.

"What? I told Erin I didn't want an ice sculpture. They're so tacky. Besides it's just gonna melt."

"Elizabeth! An ice sculpture? I thought this was gonna be small. Tiny. Miniscule!"

"It is. And don't worry; we're not having an ice sculpture. By the way, I still need your guest list. I asked for it like three days ago. We don't have time to dillydally."

"How many people are we having?"

"Only like 50 people."

"50! 50 people is not small!"

"In wedding standards it is. Would you rather have 150 people? Cause if you don't stop complaining then that's what I'm gonna do."

"This is ridiculous! How much is this costing us?"

"Technically it's not costing us anything. My mother offered to pay. But don't worry, it's not that much. 15,000 dollars. Give or take a few hundred."

"This isn't even a real wedding! We shouldn't be letting your mother put out this much money for a fake wedding. Especially when we're gonna break up soon."

"I just…I want a wedding, Will. My mother may be right. What if I never get married for real? What if this is my one chance to have the perfect wedding?" She complained, pretend hurt in her voice, although it was evident she was faking it in order to get her way.

"You are turning into a monster! You're like one of those bridezillas or something."

Elizabeth's mouth dropped. She pretended to sniff back a tear. "Do you want me to cry? Is that what you want? Cause I will and then you will feel really bad. I mean what kind of husband are you? You're supposed to love me and cater to my every wish. You're not doing that!"

Will rolled his eyes at her rant as she continued to talk and talk. "Fine! Do whatever you want. Just shut up!" He said before hanging up. Elizabeth immediately stopped her whining and put away her phone with a smug smirk on her face.

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This is by far not one of my favorite chapters. Kinda hate it actually. It's kinda choppy and…just crappy and pathetic haha. But I wanted to do this chapter and couldn't come up with a better way to do it. And also I know that it is really short. It's sad. This whole chapter is sad lol. But hopefully…really hopefully, the next chapters will be much better and their usual length.