news.
A little birdie tells us that Bienvenedaâs most eligible bachelor, David Wynne-Estes, has popped the question and if what weâre hearing is correct, this is going to be the Wedding of the Century.
Was it the chicken? Alright, probably not. More likely it was me being patient, and David being ready. The point is, he did pop the question â and he did do it right, meaning down on bended knee at the end of the Bienveneda pier, with a diamond the size of an iceblock â and I accepted.
I accepted knowing that David wasnât perfect. Who is?
I accepted knowing that I didnât quite fit into his world. Davidâs sister, Janet, seemed to understand this. âWho will you have?â she said, shortly after we told her.
âIâm sorry?â
âThe wedding planner? Who will you have?â
I didnât know that I needed a wedding planner.
âI think I can do it myself,â I said, âand Molly is going to help, and â¦â
âDonât be silly,â said Janet dismissively. âThis is not the kind of thing you can do on your own. And you canât just let anyone do it. Let me think about it.â
A day or so later, she came to the door at Davidâs and pressed a card â a completely square business card, with gold trim â into my hand. âHere.â
âJ.J. Kim? You know him?â
âI know him, and Iâve told him about the wedding,â Janet said evenly, âand my advice to you is to use him and nobody else.â
I waited a day or so before putting the call in. J.J. Kim was California-famous for his over-the-top appearances on the breakfast shows. He had purple hair, held vertical with product, and a super-smooth forehead, like Janetâs. The gold on his business card was a nod to the chunky gold rings he wore on all ten fingers.
âSo youâre the lucky lady marrying David Wynne-Estes?â he cried when I called. âNow, donât you worry, I know just what you need.â
He knew what I needed? How about what I wanted ?
We had our first meeting at J.J.âs offices in Hollywood. His chair was a giant plastic hand. Molly had insisted on coming along, she said for moral support, although I suspect to ogle J.J.âs plastic surgery. (âItâs too much,â she told me afterwards, âjust too, too much. Heâs got, like, tennis balls in his cheeks. Too much!â and it was all I could do not to say, âMolly? You have tennis balls in your cheeks, too!â)
I opened by saying: âYou know, my momâs no longer with us, so when weâre thinking about the bridal table, itâll be Davidâs parents, and then my dad with Mollyâs mom, who is Val â¦â
âWait, wait, wait,â cried J.J., throwing himself back against the giant fingers behind his head. âWhat do you mean, bridal table! Bridal table? You want a bridal table? There will be no bridal table!â
âNo bridal table?â
âNo, no, no, no,â J.J. said, wagging a finger from side to side in an exaggerated motion, âwe will NOT be having a bridal table. Oh no. I have in mind something very special for you.â
Molly said: âSomething special like what?â
J.J. looked triumphant. âThrones! I have in mind the exact same thrones that Posh and Becks had at their wedding. The exact same! Because that is how I see this wedding. You are â okay, David is â Bienveneda royalty. So you need thrones.â
J.J. was by now squealing.
Molly was doing her best to keep a straight face. It was a struggle.
âBut how will that work?â I said. âWhere will everybody else sit?â
âIn the garden,â said J.J., clicking his fingers theatrically around his own head. âYouâll have your golden thrones under a canopy in a lavish garden, with fairy lights and waiters dressed like motor mechanics, and weâll have driftwood benches
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