I groaned in frustration as I sprung out the papers on Max office desk, my hands on the table. I huffed loudly, blowing the piece of hair from my face. I sighed and slumped on the chair, my body mentally and physically tired.
I've been leafing through bridal, lifestyle, fashion, gardening, design, and food magazines for inspiration since eight am and I still can't decide. Who knew that making wedding plans was that tiring? I grabbed the mouse and searched for wedding party.
Best Man: This guy acts as groom's valet through all stages of wedding planning. He's a fashion consultant, bachelor-party master of ceremonies blah-blah. I scrolled down and stopped on Bridesmaids: Trustworthy gal pals and female family members who form the bride's entourage and ostensibly work well together. They are a support team for the maid of honor, helping with pre-wedding tasks when asked. Uh-huh. I scrolled down again and stopped on.
