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:My Big Fat Fabulous Wedding:
02:London, here we come!
My clients were over at my house, dicussing over the amount of guests we were going to have. So far we-she decieded on a least a thousand guest, from family members to friends, cousins, uncles, aunts, ex-boyfriends, business men and women, CEO's, other people probably classed in the highest part of society and of course little old me.
Sandy just kept on running her mouth up about how lovely and expensive her wedding dress was gonna be, not to mean the sheos, jewellry and other accessories. It was really starting to bug me and Syaoran just looked at me silently asking 'Is this gonna cost me a lot?'. You would have thought someone like him didn't mind spending thousands everyday, but strangely he did mind. And he didn't care to hide it either.
"Now, we need to find a venue for the weddin-" The little money brat, very rudely interupted me.
"Why can't we go shopping for the dress first?" She asked me. In situations like this, it is crucial that you remain as calm and professional as you can, so thats what I did. In a very rude, yet expressive and professional way.
"Look, Sandy. If we don't find a suitable venue to fit all of these guests in, the wedding won't go so well. Do you want that on your special day? It's better if we get the important things out of the way. Alright?" I said, plastering the most fakest smile on earth. God was she so stuck up! I could just imagine her saying 'Daddy said that the world revolved around me,'.
"Whatever!" Sandy said, looking uninterested, flicking off the invisible specks off her perfectly french manicured nails.
"Okay! So do you have anywhere in mind where you would like your wedding to be held?" I asked flipping through some documents, to avoid eye contact with them. She was making it extremely hard for me to keep my cool.
"Definitly Milan or London!" Sandy perked up a little. She was making all the decision, whilst Syaoran had to pay for everthing. Seems a little unfair.
"What about you Syaoran, have any ideas?"
"Yeah! Um..." I knew he wasn't paying attention, I guessed since half an hour ago. This couple was making it extremly hard for me to work and negotiate with them. "London?" Syaoran said sheepishly.
"Alright then London it is! I'll book three tickets to London. The trip will be scheduled in three days time. Eveything will be taken care of; accomadation, car hire for our stay and all the works. Everything will be taken care off. I'll contact you for any needed information. As alway, you're free to contact me on my number for any requests or such." I said in a professional voice. I felt like the boss. Walking them to the door I bid them farewell.
"See you soon," I waved goodbye for the second time. As soon as they left I started to work on getting the flight tickets sorted. This was gonna be a long day...
--A i r p o r t--
I waited at the airport, expecting my clients to be late, as always. I was dressed in a stone coloured long lin cardigan, dark deans and four inch buckle high leg boots. It's better to wear something that you'll be comfortable in, lord know how long the flight will be. Even thought it's first class, spending hours with those two may be a little more than I bargined for.
After ten minutes of waiting, I saw my clients walking or like escaping to my direction, with a laggage assistant, two BIG secruity gaurd and several paparazzi's after them. As the drew nearer, I enveloped in the bright flashes of the camera, blinding my eyes completely and the annoying sound of the camera's ticking off.
"This way," One of the gaurds said sheilding and leading us to the gate 5, while the other one was prevent the paparazzi's from doing anything derastic.
After handing in our tickets, we started boarding the plane. Syaoran took the window seat, Sandy took the Isles seat and guess who had to sit right in the middle. Little old me of course. God, just let this ride be over an done with. I sighed and rest my head on the lush head rest.
Please enjoy your flight on the British Airways. It's is a pleasure serving you all. This flight will be taking of in twenty minutes. Thank you.
The fake, cheery voice, flowed through the speakers. I instantly regretted this day. Neither Sandy nor Syaoran have spoken a word to eachother. Normal couples who are about to be wedding blab on for ages and ages; well in the female case. But it seems as if they never even wanted to get married in the first place. Sandy was busy skimming through her Vouge magazine was going on to Elle magazine. Syaoran just stared at the window. But occasionally, turned and smiled at me.
What the hell is wrong with them? Oh well, I'm not a damn shrink, this is just business and I need to stay professional.
--L o n d o n--
After the long 32 hour flight, the plane finally landed. I couldn't wait to get out of that plane. Our taxi was parked outside. We hopped into the black, car. Funny, in london, they have balck taxi's in New york, the taxi's are yellow.
"Oxford street, here's the address, I handed the man a piece of paper, where the address of our hotel was scribbled on.
"Alright then," The man said in his english accent. "You not from ere then?" He asked, driving on the traffic filled streets.
"No, but I can't say I'm a stranger to London," I said, politley smiling. I sat back in my seat and stared back at the grey. gloomy skyies of london. So refreshing to be somewhere else.
--H o t e l--
The taxi driver stopped at the hotel. I stared up at the 20 story, glass building. This was our stop.
"Twenty quid," The taxi driver said, taking out our luggages for the boot. I took out the twenty bill and slapped it in his palm. "Good day, ma'am." The driver winked then drove off to his next destination.
"Right this way," I said, leading them through the automatic door. I stopped at the reception and smirked at a long time friend. "Carol, how are you." I beamed.
"Sakura! Nice to see you again. On another business trip?"
"Yes. I've booked two room here under my name." I spoke in my oh-so professional voice. Carol typed in my name and the result came up.
"Yes, room 215 and 213. Enjoy your stay. Thank you." Carol replied, handing me two set of keys. We took a very quiet elevator ride up to the top floor. I could see the scenary, through the glass enclosed elevator. The one thing that caught my eye was the London eye.
With the soft 'ding' the elvator doors opened. We had arrived to our destination. I stopped at the room which Sandy and Syaoran would be staying at. I handed the keys to Syaoran.
"This is were you'll be staying. I've been using the hotel company for ages, the service is fantastic. I'm sure you won't have any problems, but if you do, my room is two doors down. Just inform me and I'll get to the bottom of it. You'll have two hours to do whateve you want. I'll stop by and hand you the schedule for our stay here. Is there any thing else?"
"No." Was Sandy's reply.
"Alright then, I'll see you soon." I said, turning away and opening my hotel room door. I stepped into the imacculately designed room. The wall were white and one was a complete wall of windows, with white drapes. A white TV unit was placed against the wall, where the plasma screen was placed on. One large red curve sofa was placed in the middle of the room along with a glass coffee table. A two seater glass dinning table was placed beside the window wall with a vase and a single red rose put on top. The floors were of balck marble and tea lights were incorparated into the ceiling.
This place was amazing. I guess my stay would be so bad after all. I dragged my suitcase into my lush room that was connected to a bathroom and a walk in closet. What I really need is a nice warm bath. I turned on the hot water tap and let the water run. Plugging the drainage hole up, I watched as the was filled up the bath. Turning off the tap, I poured in some very expensive and ruch smelling substance into the water and roughly raked my hand through the water until I had a thick layer of foam.
Stripping down, I climbed into the bath tub and submerged my self underneath the inviting waters. Ah, this was the life. I lay there for some time playing with the bubbles.
--C h a p t e r E n d--
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