Post by aly on Apr 12, 2011 18:53:50 GMT 10
[/size]It made perfect sense to Alyson Kent that they should meet at the golf club. On the phone, the guy hadn’t seemed too keen. Then he didn’t seem excited at all for the interview. Which had rubbed Alyson the wrong way entirely. It was the dream of every little girl (well, every little girl like Alyson Kent) to have their glamorous wedding covered in a magazine, and she was not going to let some stuck up young hot shot of a reporter ruin her dreams. He was supposed to follow her on the various stages of her planning, then the event itself, and it was getting a four page spread in the society pages after the wedding, because the grand-daughter of a Boston socialite who gives very generous donations to various causes, and one of the Heaton Heirs who seemed to be the new up and comer in Heaton Inc was big news. For those who actually cared about that sort of thing anyway, and this motherchucker was going to do it right, and Alyson would see to it, or make sure he was fired. There was no way her wedding was being immortalized in print without the blonde having the final say in what is said and the images used.
However, I digress. The point of that mini rant was, that if Dechlin was going to cover the wedding, then why shouldn’t he meet her at a place that she was considering for the reception, and maybe the service if they decided against a church wedding. She’d made an appointment to tour the grounds and the function room with the function manger at three. However she already liked the look of it, and that was just from parking and making her way to the bistro. The last function room she had seen looked like you’d be likely to find MDMA in the chocolate brownies or something as equally disturbing. Which was not going to happen. Alyson was very set on having the classiest, best and probably most expensive wedding Capeside had ever seen, and with the Heaton fortune at her disposal, that dream was a very real possibility. Sure, it was generally customary for the bride’s parents to pay for the wedding, and they were putting some money into things. What was the point though, in marrying a Heaton if you were not going to take full advantage of everything that entailed? Of course, that wasn’t her reasons for marrying Finn, though it was certainly a very nice perk.
They had settled on meeting at two, so he could interview her, and then take the tour. Of course the last part had been Aly’s er... suggestion. It was actually a skill she was proud of, being able to coerce people into doing things they had no desire to do. She liked to call it charm, while others did not find it at all charming. Whatever it was, it had worked on the ever reluctant intern. Now, she wanted to be prepared for the interview, and she just loved the bistro’s menu, so Alyson had decided to arrive ahead of time. Giving herself time to go over some details, and of course, have something to eat. There was still so much to decide. Like what sort of car did she want to arrive in? A limo seemed just so cliché, but nothing else seemed glamorous enough. She was actually leaning very heavily towards an old Impala she had seen at the car hire place in Boston a while back, however she just couldn’t be sure. Then there was such mundane choices to make, like what the napkins should be made of. At least she’d ruled out velvet. A crazy idea she had early on in the piece. Velvet had a habit of coming apart, and getting stuck in the strangest of places. She did not want to be remembered as the velvet crevice wedding because people were finding the stuff in every place possible weeks after the date.
It was now ten passed, and she had eaten, and was onto her second mocha. Alyson was growing rather impatient. While she was rather disorganized herself, and was often late for social engagements, she hated people being late for her. Alyson also found it rather unprofessional. The young woman did her best to over-come her short comings in time management and be on time for business. The way she saw it, if you were a client, being made to wait did not exactly huffle your puff. In fact, it made you seriously consider taking your business elsewhere. This intern was just lucky they had not been approached by another magazine to cover the wedding, or she’d be walking out right now, and rather possibly putting the bill on his name. She was really not a patient person, especially when it came to the wedding. She had complete faith that the stress would be worth it though, when her day was perfect. It was just a matter of actually getting though the stress. Sometimes, she really just didn’t feel like she was going to make it that far. Not without Finn slipping her some valium every now and again. Which, actually, she wouldn’t put it past her fiancé. She could hardly blame him though. She was particularly had to live with in some moments. Not exactly something she was proud of.