Charity stared in shock at the chart as the wedding planner pushed around, holding the seating arrangements for the wedding. The past few days have been literally hell for her. Who knew planning a wedding was so difficult?
Plus, she had been so divided in her heart. This was happening way too fast and way too flashy for her to be generally comfortable with. So many people had too many opinions about her wedding. "Miss Sweeney, what do you think of the groom's family seating at the same table as you and your family?" She asked.
"What about the colors?" The decorator asked.
"What about your family? The bride doesn't have any family on this board."
All of a sudden, Charity felt like her head was going to explode. Which one was she supposed to be listening to at this moment?
"Miss Sweeney?"
"Miss Sweeney?"
"Miss Sweeney?"
