The wedding venue was in Topanga canyon, Santa Monica, an hour away from Los Feliz when the stars aligned, so we left eight-thirty in the morning, praying to the gods of traffic to allow us to get there in time. Lucky us, we did.
The place was amazing. I got to see the large elevated deck surrounded by trees were the ceremony would take place, set as an amphitheater full of seats, and the meadow where the party would be, shaded by long strips of white fabric. But then, a girl with a name badge reading Fay flashed a quick smile at Brandon, put a hand on my back and whisked me away. I never got to see where the men would change outfits, because Fay took me to the main building. The broad dance hall had been turned into the main wardrobe, with all the gown racks, changing rooms and long dressing tables with mirrors for the hairstylists and makeup artists to get the ladies ready.
