A Royal Affair
After long deliberation and many sleepless nights tossing and turning, waking up in cold night sweats, I finally decided to venture into professional wedding photography. Earning a little money served as my motivation. I soon learned that the odd couple was willing to pay top dollar, kching, kching! The big day finally arrived with a glowing and exited bride, and a very nervous groom along with the nervous photographer (Me). The bride looked stunning in a mother of pearl creation made by ‘Dress the Dog’.
We started the shoot at the bride’s hotel room and I soon relaxed seeing her joy and eagerness to pose. The groom later joined the wedding posse at the ceremony , dressed in an elegant three piece catsuit made by ‘Creatione Cats’. At times tears of joy welled up my eyes as Vicar Lilly conducted the beautiful ceremony in a language neither of us understood. A jealous bridesmaid then joined the shoot, which was uncomfortable to say the least. (Talk about handling hard situations)
Unfortunately the end of my shoot came when a huge dispute about the reception buffet between groom and bride erupted. The groom opting for decadent Mouse-Soufflé and the bride wanting Steak Tartare. The matrimonial scuffle ended with the groom leaving the reception to go on a hunting spree. Vicar Lilly retreated to her sacred garden. The jealous bridesmaid was so happy she fell asleep under the fan that cooled the African air. Two other guest was left, Miss Black, was still waiting for the food on the table, and Miss Grace who got drunk from the stress, heat and snorting to much cat nip. That left the bride and me to sort out the mess. We shared the wedding cake (a cupcake with Bobtail frosting). The bride commissioned the baking of a divorce cake. As I looked out the window the groom smiled at me like a Cheshire cat.
Was it worth the money, hell no! Divorce photography is much more profitable.