I survived what was possibly the biggest wedding I'll ever experience. Thank you all for the encouragement and prayers. a few things:
- the bride and I "made up", without really needing to have a heart to heart. Once she arrived at the hotel room to start getting ready, she seemed to be trying to make amends through her actions. She was muh more calm and relaxed on the wedding day than on any other day in the past few weeks, and she seemed to be making special efforts to show me love and appreciation. Knowing her, I took that as her form of an apology. I also think she spoke with the other girl I mentioned earlier, because with the exception of helping her into her dress in the morning, she left us alone for the rest of the day and I got to do more of the MOH duties I was anticipating.
the bride took several opportunities to take me off to the side for little private moments, and that meant the world to me.
- when I FINALLY got to see her dress on her...she looked like an angel. It was made in the Philippines, so it's not like any dress I've seen in salons here, but she was absolutely radiant. Oh, and the entire garment including the detachable train weighed an absolutely absurd amount. I felt bad for the bride because the beginning of the wedding aisle featured some downward stairs, and she was not escorted by her father (they met up halfway down the aisle) so she had no arm to lean on. I also had the responsibility of "policing the train and veil" and I was really nervous about that role, especially since my position on the stage was actually up on a flight of stairs, so I had to descend the steps to adjust her train, step around it and ascend the steps again EVERY time she moved haha. I did my best and managed to not trip or cause any major disasters, so that's a plus.
- I have to admit, for all the fuss that went into things, the bridal party looked pretty fabulous. Like, Pinterest-worthy fabulous.
- I kinda sorta might have possibly nailed my speech at the reception.