The bride was having a meltdown over the demon in the lobby. “I don’t care if he’s with a conference! I don’t want a blue guy in the background of my wedding photos!”
Mary and John watched, amused, as the bride’s parents, groom and hotel personnel all failed to calm her.
“I bet she finagles a comped suite and brunch for the family,” Mary whispered to John. They stood several feet away, outside the Oak Room. The bride’s raised voice had stopped them on the way into the Friday night meet and greet.
“You think she’s faking it?” John asked.
“I think she’s exaggerating.”
“You think or you know?”
“I’m not going to waste my time trying to read the mind of a bridezilla. Whenever no one is looking she rolls her eyes.” As they watched, the bride slapped away her mother’s conciliatory hands.
“No! This is my day!”
“See what we missed out on by eloping?” John kissed Mary’s forehead as she laughed at him.
“Middle-aged brides look ridiculous in white gowns.”
“You would have looked lovely.” John leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “You do look lovely.”
“Thank you. You aren’t half bad yourself.”
“Think we should find the offensive demon and ask him to change color?”
“I have half a mind to ask all the demons to take on the rainbow.” They left the bride to her problems and entered the room.
The meet and greet was already in full swing.
A snippet from the beginning of a novel about demons, magic, witches, Dante’s Inferno and a bunch of other stuff. I might even finish it one day.