Kian: "Just relax. We can just rent out a different hotel room!" He chuckled, rubbing your back as you grew more impatient with the lack of room choices for your honeymoon.
"No, we can't, I have dreamed of staying in a room with an amazing view and I can't just have that special dream taken away from me!" You raised your voice unnecessarily which caused you to realize that you were freaking out over nothing. Everything was supposed to go exactly as you planned, and sine the wedding was getting closer everything that went wrong completely threw you off and make you beyond frustrated.
"Baby girl, we are going to get an awesome hotel room and have the best honeymoon ever. Relax," he rubbed your back soothingly, "nothing will ruin this for us. I promise." Kian kissed your cheek softly then returned to searching for another grand hotel room where you and him could stay.
Jc: "Sweetie, where do you want these?" Your mom asked, assisting you with decorating your venue. You rolled your eyes dramatically, pointing in the direction to where you thought you had told her a thousand times.
"If you would've just listened to what I said earlier, then maybe you could have put them there to begin with." You attitude spilling out of you in an uncomfortable and rude way. Your mom just sighed and placed the hem exactly where you asked, staying quiet as you continued to order people around.
"Y/N? Why don't we take a break and go for a walk...You seem a little stressed." Your fiancé, Jc, offered kindly. You nodded and understood what he meant, which made you decide to apologize to your mom and remain calm for the rest of the decorating day.
Ricky: "Those are the ugliest flowers I've ever seen and I won't be having them at my wedding." You snapped over the phone, irritated with the florist who was supposed to be helping you decide on what flowers to have. He regrettably suggested orchids, which you absolutely hated. You paced the floor, picking every argument you could manage to get out, which ended up leaving you with no florist by the end of the call.
"You think you may have been a little, y'know, rude?" Ricky spoke up from his spot on the couch, not entirely sure if engaging in a conversation was a wise choice. You covered you face with your hands and groaned, releasing all of the possessive and controlling bridezilla that was in you.
"You're right." The frustration finally leaving your head. "I love you. Thanks for telling me to calm down, I felt like I was gonna punch a wall or something." You sat next to him and kissed him gently, thankful to have him help you out whenever you felt irritated.
Trevor: "What do you mean you have to cancel?! My wedding is in a week!" You screamed at the hopelessly apologetic DJ that was standing before you. Of course he had to cancel, the week before your wedding, your chances of finding a new one slipping away with every minute you wasted talking to him.
"I'm sorry, I only came to tell you in person because your wedding is soon, I should've called earlier." He sighed, nervously avoiding eye contact with you. Your angered bubbled over as you screamed at him some more, driving him to the point of leaving without another word.
"What was that about?" Trevor asked after overhearing your yelling from upstairs, you explained the story and he calmed you down. "Don't worry, we'll figure it out."
Connor: The phone was ringing endlessly and with your stress you only expected the worse when you realized it was your caterer. "Good afternoon Mrs. Franta. I just called to confirm your order..." The person on the other line then began to run over your set order for your wedding, except there was one problem. They had the completely wrong order.
"No, I'm sorry, I ordered most of the buffet options from the third menu, not the first menu." You stated, mentally freaking out. "This can't be happening. My wedding is in two days, please tell me this is some mistake." You pleaded, tearing up at the thought of a ruined dinner for your wedding. They assumably checked over everything and assured that they had the right one, and that you had the wrong order. Your heart rate sped up as you frantically tried to fix what hey had assigned for you. They agreed to call you back in an hour to see what they could do, and you agreed hesitantly.
"I heard what happened." Connor hugged you as you hung up the phone. "If they can't do it then I'll get my mom to cook, and we can just all put in lots of work to make it okay." He smiled optimistically. You said nothing, and just hugged him back with every last amount of hope dying away as the next hour went by.
Sam: "Is there anyway you can keep it on hold until I get the money?" You asked your consultant as they helped you out of the dress. Just as you expected, you had to let the dress of your dreams go due to the price of it. You were disappointed and pissed off and left with no dress as you drove home.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, obviously seeing that you were beyond upset. Your disappointment and subtle anger rose to your mouth and slipped out in response.
"The dress of my dreams is gone because I can't fucking afford it. You should've seen it Sam, it was so pretty and everything I've ever wanted in a dress and I can't help, but feel upset when I think that it's in someone else's hands now." You bursted out. He smiled and hugged you.
"You'll look beautiful no matter what you wear, so don't beat yourself up over this." He insisted with a wide smile.
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Hello lovely people :)
Thought this would be a good preference considering I don't normally update wedding preferences.
Love you
-Hailee
