Emily had no idea of what she wanted her wedding hall or decoration to look like. She was fine by whatever style or design the event planner, Vera brings to the table but after the event planner took her to three halls which can be used for the wedding ceremony, she went for the last one.
I don’t think we have to go too far. This is the hall I want, she said to Vera, her wedding event planner. Vera could see the look in her eyes and how she felt attached to that particular hall. Maybe there is something she doesn’t know about.
Emily, this hall is very beautiful but I don’t think it can contain seven hundred and fifty people. Let’s just change it to a bigger and better hall and I promise to do tge best job, Vera said to her. As beautiful as the hall is, it may be too small for the number of people whom Emily has invited for the wedding ceremony but that’s what Emily wanted.
Emily walked to the staircase, entered the restroom and even gained access to other places which Vera, the event planner who had thought she already knew the nook and cranny of the hall never thought was in the hall.
Emily, have you been here before? And how come you know where the inner rooms are and even the changing room which I do not even know?, Vera asked.
Oh yes! I was here when I was eight years old. I used to have an aunt named Maria. Aunt Maria had her wedding ceremony here and I was the flower girl. With that, I entered so many rooms in the hall just as a playful girl which is what I’m doing right now. If I was once a flower girl here, I can as well be the bride here someday too, there were no further arguments nor suggestions from Vera. That felt like enough reason to choose the hall as the event location.
While Vera was checking other parts of the hall and racking her brain about how to fix seven hundred and fifty people into a hall of six hundred and fifty people capacity.
The event location prompted Emily to go in search of her old pictures if she could find the exact picture of Aunty Maria’s wedding party where she was a flower girl.
I don’t think I’ll ever find this picture, after checking two of her three photo albums, Emily almost gave up on searching for her flower girl picture but right after she was just about to pack up the photo albums, she finally found the picture of twenty years ago when she was a flower girl.
Then, she reflected back to those days when she was a kid and Aunty Maria came to her parents to ask for their approval for using Emily as her flower girl.
Since Emily wants to travel back to those days, she took the picture to her fashion designer so that she can make the exact dress for her upcoming wedding celebration.
What a feeling!
Miss Linda, I’ll love to recall and recreate my childhood picture. Can you make this dress for me as my wedding dress?, Miss Linda looked with a weird face at Emily wondering why a big Lagos babe would decide to make such old fashioned dress.
Don’t you think that’s an ancient style? Why not let us spice things up a little bit even though you want to recreate but it will still look like this?, Miss Linda asked.
I’m using the same hall where I was a flower girl and that’s why I want to sew the old style too. I just feel like going back to my childhood days, Emily replied.
Miss Linda made the exact dress that Emily has ordered for. Yes, it’s an ancient style with a touch of modernity.
You even did it better than I thought. You’re the beat fashion designer ever, Emily said as she hugged Miss Linda.
Emily loved the style and on her wedding day, her flower girl picture was placed side by with her recent picture and every guest were surprised to have the bride recreate her flower girl picture.
They were as well surprised that she was in that same event hall twenty years ago as a flower girl. That spiced things up the more and made things seem more fun than usual. Emily had had a fantastic wedding ceremony and Aunty Maria’s daughter was her flower girl.
