The food was ready, the cake was in its
place, all chairs and tables had been checked and even the sun was been
monitored, as well as the clouds. As a wedding planner, Monica knew everything
had to be perfect. She was paid, handsomely by the way, because people knew she
was a control freak and in her job, that was a good thing. From the little boy
or girl carrying the rings to the small couple on top of the cake, Monica knew
everything about a marriage and always had it under control, having alternatives
at hand when the time needed. She had left a job in real estate when a friend
asked her to organize her wedding simply because she was much more thorough
than her. And that party was still being remembered today, with all its
beautiful details.
So Monica had made wedding her life and now
attended many of those a week, seeking only perfection. By now she was so
recognized in the medium, that she had the privilege to choose her clients,
instead of being the other way around. She would only choose those events that
had something interesting in them like a great location, many people, cultural
aspects and anything she could be interested in to make her business much more
successful. She had done everything from Jewish weddings to gay weddings. She
had made them on the beach, in the woods and even in a theme park. Monica
always had the kind of food you wanted, the colors, the flavors, the music, the
entertainment… She had it all for her successful business.
What she didn’t have was that which all her
clients had: someone by her side. Ironically, Monica had never been married or
close to being married. She had never had a relationship that had the potential
to go that far and the truth was she had never had time for love. Monica was so
focused on doing well financially and socially that she had left on the side
her needs as a woman with feelings of love and care. But it was, in fact,
because those needs were not really that strong. Many people were amazed by
this, specially her mother and other women that were close to her, but Monica
was not at all romantic, had no interest in being a mother and when presented
to men, she was always bored by all of them.
If you think she may have been a lesbian, the
answer is no. It was as simple as she had no feelings for anyone. She had
experimented enough in high school and college and she had always enjoyed sex,
but she had no need of having a partner or a love interest, at all. Her girl
friends were always so amazed by the things she talked when referring to her
job. She did the most beautiful things for so many people but when asked how
she imagined her own wedding, she had absolutely no words and she often changed
the subject. It was very awkward and people would normally go on to another
thing.
All of this was harder on her when men decided
to approach. It has to be said that Monica was not a super model but she wasn’t
a monster either. She had nice black hair and big brown eyes. Men always stared
at her legs, which she often didn’t realize. When a guy decided to approach
her, it was really uncomfortable because there were two things that may happen.
The first one was that the guy may come and tell her a compliment but she would
just be completely oblivious to his intentions. Normally, she wouldn’t even pay
attention and would decide very fast to dismiss him, excusing herself by use of
her work. Men never insisted because she would talk in such a cold way it was
impossible to insist.
The other case would be for her to be aware of
the guy’s intentions but answering by being brutally honest with him. That did
not happen as often as the other case, which was great because she was always
very cold and harsh when telling someone she wasn’t, at all interest. Men would
just think “What a bitch!” and leave the place immediately. And that was it,
she was known as the queen of marriages for many women but many men also knew
her as a cold bitch. And even women knew this last thing and didn’t mind
because that way they thought they would have more control over their wedding
that their future husbands, who women always thing have awful taste for things
such as weddings.
Monica was in love once, though. It had
happened during her year as a realtor. She would show so many people house and
apartments that it became dull and tiring after a short period of time. Then,
one day, she met Frank. He was a wealthy young man working in his family’s
business and had been commanded by his mother to buy a place in the city, near
the office, to be always there if someone needed it. The fact is that Monica
and Frank bonded when she showed him several apartments in one day, all
enormous for one person and with bills that only a rich man like Frank could
pay. But the truth was that, that day; they were both not as interested in the
apartments as they were in each other.
Some days later, they started dating and then
Monica’s job took a back seat in her life. She went out with Frank often, to
the movies, the theater or simply to have dinner in the most amazing
restaurants. He always paid and she loved those details that made him a
gentleman. Even the first time they had sex; she realized he was not a driven
person, but a controlled one like herself. She liked that so she decided to let
herself go a bit and enjoy whatever was happening between them. It was a great
time in her life because she had it all: a job, a boyfriend and even money to
make small investments, like a new apartment for herself. Frank promised to buy
her things to fill it and she knew that it would be their love nest.
However, that never happened. Blinded by love,
Monica had not realized that she had no way of paying for all the bills of the
apartment. Even with help from Frank, paying the bills would be very difficult
and the truth was she didn’t want Frank to do everything on their future home.
Because, although they had never talked about it, she intended to marry him
soon. She had not tell any close friends about Frank because every time in the
past she had a boyfriend, they had always been extremely judgmental of her
because they thought of her control issues and wondered how she would use them
in a relationship.
The case was that she didn’t have to do a
thing to end this relationship or to even make it crumble. Frank, as rich as he
was, was not interested in her like she had always thought. He was a player and
wanted to have many options in life, as he didn’t want any type of responsibility
yet. He had been entrusted with a company that someone else was handling on his
name. He just had to smile and go to work everyday. But the truth was he would
often be high or drunk somewhere with random women, in parties or just having
sex in the apartment Monica had gotten for him. When she found it, she felt
extremely stupid and told him to fuck himself and never to call her. He was
cruel as he told her that she was just using her for sex and that she wasn’t
even good at that.
Monica’s trust in love was destroyed that day
and never really grew back. She didn’t blame anyone but herself because she knew
she had being naïve and simply stupid every single day of that relationship, if
you can even call it that. She was speechless and cried for several days,
almost until the day a friend asked her to organize her wedding. Everything changed
because of that: she sold the apartment and moved to one she could pay, she
burned everything that had ever come from Frank and organized, with the help of
a friend who was an expert in creating companies, everything she needed to have
a successful business.
Four years later, Monica had achieved her goal
of being the most recognizable face of the wedding planning industry, Because
for her it was an industry, as well as for the hundreds of women and men that
came to her in order to get married, because they knew they would get whatever
their imagination had created. No matter if they wanted silly costumes or the
rarest wines in the world she would have it for those who needed it and could
pay her fee. When at home, when the weddings were over, she would often think
about her own future but she always failed to see love. She wanted sometimes,
but there was nothing there. Sadly, that part of her had been torn apart.
