‘It needs to be perfect,’ Kayla told the hotel’s events coordinator. ‘Do you think it’s perfect?’
The woman in the dark suit scanned the room. Kayla watched her assess the layout of the chairs and the flowers. Eyes almost as critical as Kayla’s checked the shine and placement of the wine glasses on the tables along the wall and the crispness of the white tablecloths. The room was a symphony of silver and sparkle, the perfect tone for a winter wedding. Then the woman’s head tilted slightly.
‘One moment, please.’ She walked quickly to the arch of white roses where the ceremony would take place. The lectern was polished mahogany, but its placement was not quite right. The events manager straightened it and returned to Kayla, nodding in approval. ‘Now it’s perfect.’
Kayla chuckled. ‘I agree. You and your team have done a fabulous job.’
‘Thank you. Coming from you, that means a lot.’
Kayla knew her high standards were hard to meet but this was one of Sydney’s most prestigious hotels. It was accustomed to providing nothing but the very best, although it came at a high cost. Not that Kayla’s clients cared. If you could afford the services of Elite Weddings, money was not a problem.
Kayla glanced at her watch and walked to the big double doors at the end of the ballroom. She nodded at the two uniformed staff standing by them. The men swung the doors open just as the first group of wedding guests appeared at the top of the escalators from the foyer. Kayla stood to one side as the stylishly dressed women and equally expensively outfitted men came through the door. There were a few ‘oohs’ as the guests took in the beautifully decorated ballroom, the subtly lit balcony and the big arc of the Sydney Harbour Bridge beyond. The wonder lasted only a few seconds, before the hum of voices and the clink of glasses told Kayla the important part of the evening was underway. The highest of the mostly very high-profile guests had taken their places and were beginning to hold court while lesser mortals gathered around.
What’s wrong with me? Am I becoming this cynical?
She waved away a waiter offering Moët & Chandon in crystal glasses. The guests were in good hands. Her job now was to check on the bride and groom. Leaving the room, she took the reserved lift up one floor to the bride’s room. Her knock was answered by a bridesmaid, who ushered her through the suite to a room full of mirrors, where the bride was having a last-minute touch-up done to her make-up. Kayla paused in the doorway. The girl was only nineteen and a vision in couture ivory silk covered with sequins and crystals. That gown cost more than many people paid for a car, but it was beautiful. The young woman was glowing with happiness. No second thoughts or uncertainties would mar this day that Kayla had made perfect for her…
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