And so, the wedding weekend had begun. Ellie’s mobile was unfortunately on speed dial.
‘So?’ Chelsea was shouting at her down the line.
‘Yes, right, prosecco … Well, I can certainly get that organized. I’ll just need to pop to the local shop in the next village.’
‘What do you mean you don’t have any here? What is this place?’
‘There’s plenty ordered in for tomorrow, which the landlord from the village pub will be bringing across. He’ll also be running a full bar service for the day, but we don’t have a bar of our own here all the time. But I can certainly fetch some for you, if that would help. It’s no trouble.’ It was hard trying to keep up a smiley voice through gritted teeth.
‘Yes, well don’t be too long. We’re getting parched here.’
‘So, how many bottles are you thinking?’
‘Ah, a dozen or so will do.’
A dozen. There were only eleven of them staying over tonight. Bridezilla, her mother, and the bridesmaids. The groom and all the guests were heading up first thing in the morning. Well, a bottle each then, nice going for a pre-wedding night. ‘Of course.’
Ellie had had fifteen minutes crashed on her sofa, with a small glass of chilled Sauvignon; she had definitely needed it, but that was all she was allowing herself, as she had to keep a clear head for the big day ahead and all of its many challenges. After having put the finishing touches to the wedding cake, and checking all the grand buffet arrangements, she had finally headed up to their apartment. She supposed it was a miracle she had managed fifteen minutes.
‘I’ll be back with you in about twenty minutes.’ She told Chelsea.
‘Twenty minutes? How’s that?’
‘Well, the nearest shop is five miles away, and I’ll need to nip in and pay.’ And that’ll be added to the ongoing bill.
‘Right then. Well, I suppose that’ll have to do.’ She sounded very disgruntled, and not even a mention of a thank you.
‘I’ll deliver it up to your rooms as soon as I’m back.’
‘Can we have ice buckets too?’
‘Of course.’ There were one or two stacked away in a cupboard in the teashop. She’d buy a big bag of ice at the shop too.
Still no thank you. Since when did Wedding Coordinator equate to slave?
Joe walked in from the apartment kitchen, where he’d just popped a pizza in the oven for them both. He’d obviously overheard the conversation. ‘I’ll go if you like. You’d better get something to eat. The pizza will be ready in about ten minutes. Just save me some.’ He smiled.
‘Thank you. You’re an angel.’
He gave a big grin.
‘An angel in a very sexy body,’ she added.
He grinned wider.
‘It’s on one condition though.’
Damn, she remembered her earlier promise. She may now be too tired to fulfil those particular needs tonight. ‘Yes?’
‘I don’t have to take the wine to their rooms. I have a feeling they’d eat me alive. It’d be like entering the lion’s den. I don’t think even my Batman underpants could protect me.’ He actually looked fearful.
‘Hah, you flatter yourself.’ But yes, he did have a point; ten hens pre-wedding. It could be a dangerous situation for any man!
‘Okay, twelve bottles of prosecco, actually make that sixteen, you never know.’ She could imagine a further phone call when the last bottle was emptied at midnight. ‘And a large bag of ready-made ice. Ring me when you get back, and if you help me get the bottles upstairs, I’ll take over at the threshold to the bridal suite.’ She laughed.
‘Deal.’ He flashed her a smile. ‘And you make sure you eat something while I’m out. Big day tomorrow and you’ll probably be working flat out.’
‘O-kay.’
Prosecco duly delivered, which seemed to settle the group down a bit, there was one more call-out to attend to an hour and a half later: a ‘horrific noise issue’. It was an owl; good old Hooter (or his offspring probably) was still on form out there in the woods. Not actually a lot Ellie could do about that, except offer cotton-wool balls to shove in their ears (Bridezilla did actually take her up on that) and a reassurance that it wasn’t an axe murderer out there, just normal nature doing its thing at night.
And then she managed six hours of rather unsettled sleep before her alarm went off at 5.45 a.m. It was going to be a hectic day and she wanted plenty of time to get organized. She had Irene coming in at 8 a.m. to bake two hundred mini scones for the afternoon tea. Doris (who’d been wrapping cutlery in ivory napkins till seven-thirty last night, bless her) was to be in at 8.30 to help set out the Great Hall with the assistance of Malcolm, Derek and Joe; there was to be a rectangular top table, and circular tables of twelve places set for the guests. The long antique wooden table that was usually the centrepiece of the room was to be covered for the buffet and set to one side (now, that’d take some moving – an all-hands-on-deck job), the French doors could then be opened out to the gardens where there was a marquee already set out for the bar, disco, and the hog roast company who were hired in for the evening. At least Ellie and her team got a break from the catering for the night do. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t still on call! And, she was going to be back cooking on Sunday morning, doing a hundred breakfast rolls of sausage and bacon for the no doubt worse-for-wear revellers who had stayed over.
Wendy was coming in early morning too, to decorate the chapel, the balustrades into the castle, and the tables in the Great Hall with her floral magic. The displays and table decorations were then to be transferred out for the evening event to the marquee. The whole event had taken mega-organising skills, an ongoing (and ever-changing list) on a Word doc on Ellie’s iPad, and nerves of steel.
As she got down to the teashop kitchen Ellie was relieved to see that the three separate tiers of the iced wedding cake were still in one piece and looking perfect – she’d been fretting about it overnight. All she had to do was assemble them, but she was going to do that in the Great Hall. There was no way she was going to risk carrying it as a complete whole up the winding stairwell; so, she’d put the final touches to it in the next hour or so in situ, ready for the Wedding Breakfast. The delicate icing flowers, the unicorn modelled from sugar paste, and the arch of rainbow for the top, were all made and placed on greaseproof paper; with some rainbow piping and with a delicate hand it would look … well, like a rather gaudy rainbow cake to be honest, but pretty good. And it was what the bride wanted, so who was Ellie to judge.
An hour and a half flew by as she began preparing the buffet food. The Wedding Breakfast gourmet-buffet was to be served at 1.30 p.m. after champagne in the garden. The chapel service was booked for 11.30 a.m., and was usually just under the hour. She knew she’d be dashing about like a mad thing at that point, when she’d have a narrow window of free time to put final touches to the catering and check the Great Hall was ready, whilst the bridal party were otherwise occupied getting married. Then, she’d be back on call as maidservant to the bride. She was running a tight ship today and so far, by some miracle, hadn’t been called up to the bridal rooms as yet, though she had made a quick phone call to check all was well, and that they hadn’t needed anything at that point.
She’d spotted the hairdressing team and make-up artist turn up about an hour ago, so the ladies were probably busy getting preened. Deana was primed for reception duties, ready to meet and greet and show any guests through to the drawing room where they would congregate initially, and then to file them on to the chapel area. Ellie’s stomach gave a little churn. She sent up a little prayer to the heavens that today would go well.
7
The kitchens were a hive of activity. The oyster, salmon and prawns delivery had turned up, phew, another check on Ellie’s list. She and Irene had a quick cup of tea, which Ellie forced herself to have a slice of toast and butter with, or she’d be at risk at forgetting to eat. Nanna’s voice had already appeared in her head that morning nagging her abou
t that.
Ellie headed up to the Great Hall to see how things were going. Joe, Colin – the gardener, Malcolm and Derek were trying to shift the heavy banquet table to the side of the room. There was a lot of huffing and puffing, and the gents were obviously struggling. So Ellie took up one side and nodded to Doris to help too. That seemed to add to the momentum, and they shifted it the few feet across it needed. Boy, was it heavy!
‘Crickey, that’ll do my back no favours at all, Malcolm,’ Derek muttered.
‘You’ll be fine, Derek. If Ellie can lift it, I’m sure you can.’ Malcolm seemed to have lost his patient edge this morning. This event was testing everyone.
‘Thanks, folks.’ Joe was trying his best to keep them all motivated.
A couple of minutes later, Wendy bustled in bearing two large boxes of flowers. As she opened the lids, the scent was gorgeous, filling the room.
‘We’re nearly there, Wendy. If you can hold fire for about fifteen minutes, we’ll have the other tables in and set up ready for you. Come on lads, step to it.’ Joe said.
Malcolm just raised his eyes to the heavens. ‘Slave labour.’
‘Tell me about it,’ Ellie added, with a wry grin.
‘So masterful though,’ Malcolm mouthed silently to Ellie over Joe’s shoulder, much to the amusement of the room.
Ellie’s mobile went off. Her eyes flicked to the screen, Chelsea calling. Here goes …
She walked to stand by the leaded windows that overlooked the rear gardens; the signal being better there.
‘It’s a total disaster! The electrics have all gone off, and we’re in the middle of blow-drying my hair. You’ll need to sort it out immediately,’ Chelsea shrieked, her voice so loud, Ellie had to hold the phone away from her ear.
It was probably just the trip switch. They would no doubt have an array of hair straighteners, hairdryers, nail dryers, music systems playing, the works, all on at the same time. The ancient castle electrical system just couldn’t cope sometimes. She’d go check it out and call in Joe if it seemed more complicated than that.
‘We’ve run out of prosecco, too. We’ll need at least four more bottles. I’ll need to calm my nerves after this fiasco. I’ll never be ready in time, now.’
‘O-kay. No problem.’ They had indeed drunk all sixteen bottles last night. But Ellie had seen Alan arrive to set up the Reception drinks in the drawing room. She’d call by and see if he had any spare bottles on the way through.
‘Okay, everything all right here for now, then? I’m off to the bridal rooms. Some electrical crisis. I should be able to handle it.’
‘Good luck.’ ‘Yes, best of luck.’ ‘Call me if you need,’ Joe added.
‘Will do.’
There were looks of empathy as she headed out.
Ellie tried to smile as she knocked and entered the bridal zone, but already the act was hurting her cheek muscles.
She was carrying the four bottles of bubbly as instructed, and popped them down on the side.
‘About bloody time.’
Manners maketh a man, echoed in Ellie’s mind. Some people, goodness … It was Nanna’s voice. Ellie bit the inside of her cheek.
‘Right, if you just give me two minutes, I’m going to check the fuse box for this area of the castle.’
She scoured the room before she left. Yes, guilty as charged; on the first glance, she saw a kettle plugged in, an iron set up on an ironing board, two pairs of ghd straighteners, three hairdryers, some kind of gel-nails drying machine, several iPods charging, and goodness knows what else was tucked away out of sight. ‘You can’t have all that equipment on at once, I’m afraid. The electrical system just can’t cope with it. Whilst the hairdryers and straighteners are going, maybe hold back from boiling the kettle, and charging your phones.’
There were groans all round.
‘Anyone would think we’re in the dark ages,’ Chelsea muttered, with a scowl.
‘Well, it is a castle venue.’ Ellie tried to hold her frustration at bay. ‘There are naturally some limitations. I’m sorry, but there’s not an awful lot I can do about it, other than warn you not to overload the system, or it may well trip off again.’ She felt like adding that electrics just weren’t in the original castle designs, and to remind them that they had chosen a rural castle venue specifically and not the bloody Ritz Hotel, but she thought the rebukes would just be too much.
Joe and the team did their best to keep the castle infrastructure as modernized as possible, and of course they were careful to keep everything up to date safety-wise, but rewiring and upgrading a whole ancient building like this would be a logistical nightmare, as well as running into many thousands of pounds, which they just didn’t have.
‘Sorry … Perhaps you could spread yourselves over a few of the rooms you have, that’d help too.’
‘Aw,’ Bridezilla pulled a face, ‘but it’s all girlies together, that’s the whole idea. Anyway, what are you waiting for, stood around here. Get it sorted. My hair’ll be a frizz-ball else. And I know who’ll to blame.’
Ellie pursed her lips as she turned to go, to stop the torrent of home truths that were threatening to spill out at that very second. Instead they burned in her brain, including several swear words.
She reached the fuse box down the passageway, and used a chair to climb up and take a closer look.
Damn.
It wasn’t just the trip switch gone. There was a suspicious smell of burnt plastic and one of the switches looked rather frazzled. This was a job for the experts, and there was no way they would be turning any electrics back on in this section of rooms for now. At least the other switches on the row seemed okay, there was no smoke, and the rest of the castle was still up and running.
She needed to get in touch with Joe ASAP, and get him to call out the local electrician; with any luck they might be able to get it fixed through the day, so the girls could at least come back and use their bedrooms that evening.
But for now, there were hairdryers, curlers, straighteners, and goodness knows what to get back into action. As well as a bride with a very large bee in her bonnet.
Ellie wasn’t quite sure how she was going to tell her, and felt her throat tighten and her mouth dry. Maybe she should go and put on the full metal suit of armour from the Edward I Chamber first …
‘Chelsea, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to move you and the girls. The electrics are burnt out at the trip switch and I need to get a qualified electrician to check and repair that before I can turn anything back on for this section of rooms.’
There was a second of silence and a glare that would melt steel.
‘Well, that is just ridiculous … You are joking!’
‘I have the rooms ready for you right now.’ Deana was already there, giving the guest rooms on the corridor above them a check over right now. Ellie had made a plea for help, phoning after seeing the damaged fuse box. The rooms could have a quick refresh during the wedding service, ready for the wedding guests who should be in them for this evening. Needs must.
‘I knew I shouldn’t have trusted this tinpot of an organisation with the most important day of my life,’ Chelsea shrieked. ‘Can’t you just bring in a generator or something? I’m not moving now.’
‘That might work, but not in the timescale we have. By the time we could possibly get one hired and set up, you’d need to be ready and at the chapel. The only option is to move upstairs. I have staff ready to help you transfer everything across.’
‘Humph! Well, I shall be letting my contacts at the Daily Star know about this shoddy hole of a place. And … I have an old school friend that works at BRIDES magazine.’
Ellie could see all her dreams of the castle becoming one of the best wedding venues in the area tumbling before her very eyes. Bad press would be disastrous. She swallowed the knot in her throat, and was determined not to shed the tear that was forming in her eye. ‘Right, Chelsea, we still have an hour and a half before you need to be at the chapel. We can mov
e everything up in the next five minutes. What are the most important things you need to move across with you? We’ll get right on with it.’ Ellie tried her best to sound professional, though her heart was pounding.
‘I cannot believe this. So, I’m going to have to move across to another poxy room in my dressing gown on my wedding day. It’s shambolic.’
‘Come on Chelsea, let’s just let them move our things. I don’t think we have a lot of time or a lot of choice.’ The head bridesmaid tried to coax her friend to get going and get on with it.
Just then the bride’s mother waltzed in. Ellie felt her heart sink even further.
‘Chelsea sweetie, what’s going on here? Have you been crying?!’ She then fixed a cold stare on Ellie, her voice turning to stone, ‘What’s happened now?’
‘It’s a problem with the electrics,’ Ellie felt her voice quaver, ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘Sorry isn’t good enough though, is it? You’ve made my poor daughter cry on her wedding day. We won’t be forgetting this … will we, Chelsea sweetheart. In fact, we might just have to sue … There, there.’ Her voice went back to a simpering tone. In her bold black-and-white mother-of-the-bride two-piece there was a definite look of Cruella de Vil about her.
Deana marched into the room.
‘Okay folks, apologies. But let’s just sort this out as quickly as we can, and get you ladies and everything you need, to the other rooms as swiftly as possible. They are all ready for you. Malcolm and Derek are here to take up what you need. It’s just one flight up the stairwell. The day can go ahead exactly as planned, and we have an electrician on his way at this very moment. So bridesmaids, your rooms should all be ready again for this evening. And Chelsea, be assured that the bridal suite for you and Kelvin is unaffected.’ Deana gave a calm, confident, we’re-in-control look around the occupants of the room.
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