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no mention of Cruella DeVille today, ok?” Lisa says.
    “ Cruella DeVille - is that what you call her?” I laugh.
    Lisa smiles and nods , then holds her finger to her lips in a shushing motion. “Don’t tell anyone though. I even have the theme song as her ringtone,” she tells me with a wink.
    “Bullshit,” I laugh. “What are you going to do if she hears it?”
    “She won’t hear it. You don’t call people when you’re in the same room as them.” She shrugs, reaching out to touch one of the purple applique flowers on my dress. “This dress is absolutely stunning by the way,” she says.
    I reach out and hug her suddenly, causing her to freeze a little in surprise before relaxing in my arms. “Thank you for all of this. It really means a lot to me.”
    When we pull away, she’s wiping at her eye and waving me off like it’s no big deal. “It’s nothing. Just go and get out of that dress . We have a meeting with the wedding planner after this.”
    Pressing my lips together, I smile at her and nod before turning to Stephanie and taking my phone from her so I can say goodbye to my mother before I get changed.
    “I can’t wait to get home. You’re father is really looking forward to walking his little girl down the aisle,” she tells me before we say our goodbyes, and I return to the change room to get dressed again before heading to the wedding planner with Lisa for what is supposed to be a very exciting afternoon…

Chapter Eight
     
    “I’m sorry. Even with the list of locations you gave me, we just can’t organise it that soon,” Gail Warner, the wedding planner Marcus has hired for us says.
    “What do you mean you can’t do it?” Lisa demands. “You were told that this was to be held within a month when you were hired.”
    “ I understand that. But, looking over this guest list, there isn’t a single venue in Sydney that can cater to a wedding this size at such short notice.”
    “Then pick a venue interstate,” I blurt out, getting caught up in the urgency of it all. “We have all the legalities taken care of. We just need a venue.”
    “So we’re talking ‘destination wedding’ now?” Gail asks as she taps at the keyboard of her laptop furiously. Her head shakes slowly from side to side as she purses her red lips and flicks her finger over the scrolling wheel of her mouse. “There!” she says suddenly. “There’s one place in Queensland. But it’s hurricane season up there. You could end up having the whole wedding evacuated.”
    Lisa immediately pulls out her iPhone and starts going through the extended weather forecasts for tropical Queensland. “This site lists the forecast for a month in advance. There’s just stinking hot weather up there at the moment,” she states.
    “Weather forecasts are hardly accurate. But if you’re willing to take the risk then I’ll book it now.”
    Lisa and I exchange glances and at the same time , we say, “Book it.”
    “Ok,” Gail smiles. “I’ll book it today and get all of these invitations printed and mailed express by tomorrow. I’ll also work through this list you’ve given me and see what we can and can’t do in time. You may have to make a few concessions. But I think, if we can get on this ASAP then we can definitely get this done in time.”
    We spend a bit more time working over the details of a destination wedding and leave with a list of things that we’ll need to give Gail by th e end of the week, such as music choices, food choices and our chosen cake flavour (the cake is a no brainer – I want chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate).
    By the time I get home, I’m exhausted , and I still have to find the energy to practice our set list with the band. When I get home, I drag my way through the door to our garage studio and collapse onto the barstool that sits near my practice amp.
    “Hey,” Jack says from next to the drum kit where he’s talking to our drummer, Rob. He waves ‘hi’ too. I half smile and