Despite the fact that all sorts of weirdness was currently occurring in her life ? Rhys's return, the return of the constant threat of faeries and demons and angels swooping in and mucking things up, whatever was going on with Leo-Bjorn and Mesteno, her building being haunted and subsequently exorcised, and the bizarreness of Judah Bishop and Aoife ? Riley was still getting married in a little bit more than a month. She hadn't even had time to start getting nervous about it, although the fact that David still had not found someone to serve as his best man or groomsman filled her with no small amount of trepidation.
Since Sunday had long ago been declared their day of rest, Riley decided to spend it on wedding plans. She sat in their kitchen, sipping a cinnamon latte and plowing through a plate of freshly-made orange-cranberry muffins, while looking over her lists. The big things were already taken care of: the date ? 12 February; the place ? the roof at the Gardens Building; her attendants ? Duci as her maid of honour and 'Taya as her bridesmaid; the colours and flowers ? red roses and white Stargazer lilies; the caterer ? Carito's Cucina and their sinfully delicious food; and Colleen MacLeod, or was it Fenner now, had generously agreed to officiate, thank god. Now she had to find a dress for herself and help the girls find theirs, too; she had to find a baker, help David track down a tux, work on the guest list, send out invitations after the guest list was finalised, figure out what to do about music for the reception, where to have the rehearsal dinner...
She sighed harshly and scrubbed a hand over her face. ?Christ, maybe we'd be better off eloping and then throwing a big party after we get back from our honeymoon,? she muttered. Her mother would never let her live that down if that's what Riley and David decided to do, though, as tempting as the thought was.
All right, time to get organised. First things first ? the dress. She grabbed her coffee mug and downed the rest of the latte and then headed into their bedroom to get dressed. She'd head over to Luks Condos to track down Duci and then they'd hit the shops. She had a vague idea of what she wanted and held out a slim sliver of hope that she'd find it. If not, she was certain Duci knew a dressmaker...or possible a whole legion of them. After all, the blonde bombshell was possibly the best dressed woman Riley had ever known. She couldn't possibly get all her clothes off the rack.
Since Sunday had long ago been declared their day of rest, Riley decided to spend it on wedding plans. She sat in their kitchen, sipping a cinnamon latte and plowing through a plate of freshly-made orange-cranberry muffins, while looking over her lists. The big things were already taken care of: the date ? 12 February; the place ? the roof at the Gardens Building; her attendants ? Duci as her maid of honour and 'Taya as her bridesmaid; the colours and flowers ? red roses and white Stargazer lilies; the caterer ? Carito's Cucina and their sinfully delicious food; and Colleen MacLeod, or was it Fenner now, had generously agreed to officiate, thank god. Now she had to find a dress for herself and help the girls find theirs, too; she had to find a baker, help David track down a tux, work on the guest list, send out invitations after the guest list was finalised, figure out what to do about music for the reception, where to have the rehearsal dinner...
She sighed harshly and scrubbed a hand over her face. ?Christ, maybe we'd be better off eloping and then throwing a big party after we get back from our honeymoon,? she muttered. Her mother would never let her live that down if that's what Riley and David decided to do, though, as tempting as the thought was.
All right, time to get organised. First things first ? the dress. She grabbed her coffee mug and downed the rest of the latte and then headed into their bedroom to get dressed. She'd head over to Luks Condos to track down Duci and then they'd hit the shops. She had a vague idea of what she wanted and held out a slim sliver of hope that she'd find it. If not, she was certain Duci knew a dressmaker...or possible a whole legion of them. After all, the blonde bombshell was possibly the best dressed woman Riley had ever known. She couldn't possibly get all her clothes off the rack.