The night of the soirée was finally here. The weather was ideal with temperatures in the mid 70s. The sky was clear; one could have seen the stars without end. Everything seemed to be going exactly as planned.
Marsha, Ted and his sisters arrived at the location early. It was a well-designed place. There would be a cocktail hour followed by a four course sit-down dinner.
The six-tier wedding cake was a work of art, which was worthy of the blue ribbon award. The dining room was definitely the best spot for a wedding celebration and the most inviting environment that a couple could ever want.
The first guests to arrive were Marsha's parents; they greeted their daughter with a big hug and kiss and gave her an envelope. However, they completely ignored her husband and his sisters as though they were nonexistent. The waiter escorted the parents to their table.
Shortly after, more guests started to arrive, bringing praises and gifts. Everybody who was somebody attended the celebration. Those present, with the exception of Ted's sisters, were all relatives and friends of the bride and her parents. Guests talked to the couple and wished them a happy and lasting marriage.
Yet, no sooner after helping themselves to the hors d'oeuvres and cocktails and then sitting down at their tables did those well-wishers start to talk about the couple like a swarm of bees gathering nectar and pollen from flowers. It was as though the invitees had come to gossip rather than commemorate the couple's nuptial and one-year anniversary.
People were actually placing bets that the marriage would not last too much longer.
Some went so far to say, "Ted married Marsha for her huge trust fund."
Many inferred that he and his sisters got that apartment building in a fraudulent way.
A few wondered why his other relatives and friends were not present at such an important occasion and suggested that his sisters were not his true siblings but his paramours.
It was no doubt an etched in your mind night, accompanied by some unsubstantiated innuendos and enjoyable anecdotes.
It was now close to midnight, and people were starting to leave. Marsha thanked everyone for their presence and wished them a safe trip home.
She complimented the owner of the hall for a job well done and paid the balance owed on the function.
The total cost for the event was seventy-five thousand dollars.
When the couple arrived home, they discussed how the night had gone with Marsha doing most of the talking. The gifts took up half of the apartment. Ted had gone to bed, while she prepared for a night of playful pleasures.