Chloe & Stephen
This is what it looks like when a wedding planner gets married.
Verandah Bar Wedding
Drag queens, dragonfruit, dogs, disco balls and debauchery.
This was about as good as it gets. Raucously fun. Stupidly beautiful. Not afraid to play with convention. Pre-ceremony rooftop wines to settle the nerves and bask in all the glory. Literally most of my favourite vendors. A crowd that was emotionally engaged but also roaring for a party.
All of that would mean nothing if it didn’t have a buttload of heart. But it really, really did.
These two were basically kids when they met. Early twenties / late teens, a night out that ended up back at her hotel room, talking til 4 AM, and him putting a fresh coat of paint on her nails. This is not a euphemism. That was all that happened.
They were just mates for a while before she finally admitted how she felt, barely a couple of months before she was due to leave for London. He wanted to follow but Chloe put the brakes on, claiming she wanted to experience London solo, and it was all too soon and too young. It took another few months for her to realise she missed him so she called him. He was a bit drunk. He didn’t think twice and immediately bought a one way ticket.
And that was that. No more overthinking. No more stalling. Still mates, but also more.
This to me is actually what they seem like. Best mates that happen to love one another. The morning of, while getting ready in adjoining rooms, Stephen sent her a text outlining how much he loved her and how excited he was etc, she laughingly texted back f**k you for making me cry so much. An hour or so later, her nerves hitting full flight, she happened to hear him laugh from the balcony and it calmed her all the way down. And then it was on.
Dane
Planning your own wedding?
Let’s take it from the top shall we?
