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Everybody was busy with their pre-assigned tasks—Victoria with the executing of Samira's wishes and micromanaging the crew, Trinity with her MC speech, Dennis with the groom's shoes, and Mel with the decor. The guests were set to arrive within the hour and the venue was gilded to perfection. Although, cozier than a traditional extravaganza. Exactly as Samira asked.
Funny thing about weddings though, especially pretty ones without a wedding planner, is that you always miss the little things. Technical difficulties that often fly under the radar. In Samira and Jack's case—unlit tea lights.
So even when the embroidered hem of her lehenga weighs her down, Mel jumps to find someone with a lighter—someone on the catering crew, one of the bartenders, some smoker by the edge of the open venue—when she bumps into him.
"Oh– hi, Frank!"
Frantic and out of breath, Mel leans against him to calm her frenzy. Langdon, in his suit and lavender tie, holds her by the arms. Tightly enough that Mel figures her embroidered sleeves leave dents in the heel of his palm. Good, she figures, her imprints suit his left hand better anyway.
"You okay there, Mel?"
"Mhmm," Mel nods, "there are some finishing touches left so I'm getting that done before Victoria texts for an update. Just can't believe they don't light them for you, apparently they only deliver them."
"Funny," he notes, "I'll uh, remember that for my next one."
Dazed at first, Mel's eyes brighten when she catches on. "That one's funny, at least I think so."
"Glad you do, sweetheart," he confirms, smiling down at her. He gives her shoulder a squeeze before pulling out a lighter from his breast pocket. Somehow he knows what she needs. Always. "Now let's go light those candles."
"Yup, right this way!"