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Bride Elect (Evolution of a Bridezilla)

Chapter Forty-Two— Shameful Exploitation of the Bride-Elect Thing

I have never been one to manipulate a situation, or flourish at the expense of another. I don’t name drop, unless I can mock myself for being pretentious in the process. I also have never demanded special treatment because of some kind of status. I am not—nor do I aspire to be one of those “Don’t you know who I am?” type of people.

That being said, I was discovering that we were being given a certain amount of leeway by sentimental people the moment they knew we were engaged. Those who know me won’t likely be surprised to learn that it took me a while to notice this fact. In fact, I first noticed about three and a half weeks prior to our actual wedding.

We were at the bank, and hoping to sweet talk them into releasing a hold on a check. We had good reason, and funds could be verified. Our regular financial advisor was unavailable. While explaining our situation to the customer service representative, I happened to mention that Palucid and I were engaged. As soon as I said that, her financial fact provider façade melted. With an “awwww—congratulations!” we were ushered to the next available teller. When the teller heard our story she too said “awww-congratulations!” and began the slightly complicated process of helping us out.

The whole situation seemed vaguely familiar, and then it occurred to me: it was more than de ja vu—it really did happen before. For the last eleven months this had happened a few times. The moment I told anyone I was engaged, people’s sentimentality got the better of them. Come to think of it, mentioning our engagement probably scored free car mats and trunk liner in my new car! Whoa! Cool! To think I have been spending all this time fretting over the anxiety of being at the centre of attention when I could have been scoring deals and latitude everywhere.

I suspected this could be used for other things as well. For example, my nephew, who is not always cooperative for photographs, could well be persuaded to cooperate, because I, his auntie, and THE BRIDE, asked him to. Also, when travelling out to our wedding, we might just get discounts on accommodations—if we mentioned our engagement. It was like a whole world had opened up, and I only noticed it three and half weeks prior to our wedding.

With great power comes great responsibility. This could be the talisman that turns me either into a full blown goddess bride, or full blown bridezilla. A friend from work warned me, she had known someone natured much like me, who was laid back—at least until the last few days leading up to the wedding. She told me it was harder on everyone because it wasn’t gradual—it was a Jekyll and Hyde type of transformation. I really didn’t want to ambush anyone—I knew I had to be careful.

In the days leading up to our wedding, we were scheduled to spend a week with Palucid’s parents. We were in a small town nestled in the Rockies. There weren’t many triggers for a bridezilla, and I had a few distractions in the chute to keep the monster within at bay. This allowed some time and space for Palucid’s parents to enjoy the vicarious warm and fuzzy glow of our pending nuptials. Geography had blessed them with sufficient insulation against the bridal vortex, and they were very okay with that.   So, in the days leading up to our wedding, the bridal perk we enjoyed was charming the local ‘sound guy’ into lending his sound system to Palucid’s dad for our big day. The rest of the time we blissfully enjoyed an understated existence. Some might have called it a calm before the storm, but for me it was more of a calm between storms.

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