I organize it.
“It’s the bride we’re organizing the wedding for. Her name is Evelyn Swan. She is the prettiest and the richest girl in our whole city. So she is going to look great no matter how you try to make up her.” She giggled. I tried to concentrate on the details she was throwing at me.
“Sorry, being serious. Most of the things are taken care of, so you don’t have to worry much. Main things like the decoration theme, dinner menu and other arrangements for guests have already been discussed. And look, you are going there as an assistant to the French arrangement agency. They must have sent someone to look after everything. Your work will be related to bridal things.”
I looked at her, still confused what my role would be here.
“Though things are not yet finalized, they are in quite good shape. And I will take care of this off site stuff. You don’t need to worry about that.” She continued assuring me.
I knew these rich people had their own concepts and they could be difficult to handle.
“What is Evelyn like? Tell me more about her.” I was afraid about being with the spoiled rich.
“Rich girls mostly have their wedding plans already with them. They don't like to mess with their lifetime dream. They give you even the smallest of details about what they want. So we’ll only have to follow their instructions and arrange for what they want, whether it is necessary or not. For everything else, the French guy who I’ve been in contact with or someone from his agency would be there. I heard they paid him a good amount and have flown him here.”
I was feeling a little more confident, as most of the detailing on the event was already in place and Melissa knew the in and outs about it.
“Now, your main task to do is to be with the bride and fulfill her needs. This requires our presence with her, which I’m unable to do at this stage.” She sighed. Her face fell at the thought of her incapability at the moment.
“That sounds good to me,” I replied.
“So there are very few things remaining, like picking up the dress for bride, planning the cake and arranging the rehearsal dinner and some other small details. We will discuss all the aspects before you get ready to meet the Swans. And I’m sure you can manage all these things. After all, you are Trisha the super girl.” She tried convincing me with a huge grin.
“But I’ll look naive there. Why can’t I just work as an assistant for you?” My eyes were again and again moving down. My mind was all busy in processing the ways I could escape this. Why isn’t she understanding this?
“You are not understanding, This is assistant-like work only. I will be doing all the things from the office that I can and will be in touch with you and the French planner. But anything unplanned that happens, then that guy will contact you as you will be there onsite to help them”.
I smiled a little, after a long time. I liked the concept of Melissa taking more responsibility. “This way I would not feel any burden and I can help out the bride in her tasks.”
“Yes, absolutely. Besides, Sarah needs to go on a quick dialysis in two days. I can’t make it there to the wedding.” Her eyes became watery. Sarah was the daughter she’d had with her boyfriend, and then that jerk ran off. Sarah had been ill from her childhood, and now she needed dialysis quite often.
“I’m sorry. What happened suddenly? I thought the appointment was scheduled for January, after Christmas? We are going to celebrate Christmas with Sarah, right?”
We had planned to celebrate Christmas at Melissa’s house with Sarah. She was a very sweet girl; she was only ten, but was suffering from kidney failure. Melissa never told me, but the doctor had given her merely two or three more years. Her disease wasn’t curable and dialysis wasn’t going to keep her alive for long. But hope is the best medicine. And Melissa was fighting with all her strength against the