Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Part One
- From the Website of Dearly Beloveds and Betrotheds
- Chapter 1The Call
- Chapter 2The Call
- Chapter 3The Reveal
- Chapter 4The Reveal
- Chapter 5The Media Play
- Chapter 6The Dinner
- Chapter 7The Dinner
- Chapter 8The Cab Ride
- Chapter 9The Dress
- Chapter 10The Beginnings of the Middle
- Chapter 11The Dress
- Chapter 12The Favor
- Chapter 13The Engagement Party
- Chapter 14The Engagement Party
- Chapter 15The Visit Prep
- Chapter 16The Appalling Call
- Chapter 17Paltrowed
- Chapter 18Venue Hunting
- Chapter 19The Miracle of La Mariposa
- Chapter 20The Call-Off Call
- Chapter 21The Blow-Off Call
- Chapter 22The Conversation
- Chapter 23The Strategy
- Chapter 24The Parting
- Chapter 25The Pickup
- Chapter 26Cards on the Table
- Part TwoFall
- Chapter 27The One that Got Away
- Chapter 28Operation Butterfly
- Chapter 29Dinner with Timmo
- Chapter 30The Scheme
- Chapter 31The Scheme
- Part ThreeWinter
- Dearly Beloveds and Betrotheds . . .
- Chapter 32The Arrivals
- Chapter 33The Mothers’ Tea
- Chapter 34The Rehearsal Dinner
- Chapter 35The Day Of
- Wedding of the Year
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Lian Dolan
- About the Publisher
Nobody seemed to enjoy their wedding more than the newlyweds, Ms. Diamandis, who will be keeping her maiden name as a nod to her mother and her heritage, and Mr. Blakeman. The wedding had very few contrived theatrics. There were no videos that touted “The Story of Us” or choreographed social media moments. But there was a tearjerker of a toast from Baron Plumley, a beautiful Greek song and traditional dance from the Diamandis uncles, who traveled from Athens and Patmos for the occasion, and the most wonderful lemon wedding cake from Room for Cake set among a meadow of florals. The couple chose the Kacey Musgraves song “Butterflies” as their first dance. The families of the couple joined them on the dance floor as the song faded into “Empire State of Mind” with Mayor Lynch escorting Ms. Diamandis.
Even when the rain came down and then the tent came down, the Bride and Groom stayed up. Guests packed the reception rooms at La Mariposa, dozens of towels appeared, hot beverages were served, a supply of pashminas materialized to warm chilled guests. The dancing continued far beyond the acceptable quiet hour in that neighborhood. As Toots Bixby, owner of La Mariposa, said, “I’m happy to pay the fine for such a glorious event.”
So when you search for the video online and gasp at the volume of water drenching the wedding party, know that all was okay. In fact, better than okay. It was a triumph.
Acknowledgments
There was a three-month period during the pandemic when it looked like the worst was over and life could get back to normal. (Spoiler! It wasn’t and it didn’t!) But during that Summer of Love, it seemed like everyone on my social media feeds got married, hosted a wedding, or went to a celebration. The joy! It was contagious. I couldn’t get enough of the wedding industrial complex! Big weddings! Micro weddings! Weddings on land, on sea, and on mountaintop. Weddings of exquisite taste and/or extravagant budgets and weddings cobbled together with duct tape and fairy dust. I soaked up every photo of beautiful brides, handsome grooms, elegant MOBs and MOGs, first dances, glorious bouquets and floral arches, bridesmaids in matching dresses (or not) and groomsmen in linen blazers. And so many dogs as ring bearers. Thank you all for still believing in wedded bliss. You were the inspiration for Abigail and Alexa Save the Wedding. From your Instagram pages to my book proposal. A toast to you!