The wedding planner was a saint. She was soft spoken, kind, and took one look at Andrew's pale face and didn't run. She instead brought them over the table that Andrew had had lunch the morning after the wedding and talked to them about the plan they had decided on months ago.
Maxwell stayed at Andrew's side, both men silently putting food on each other's plates to make sure that the other was eating while the planner spoke. Andrew and Maxwell hadn't wanted anything too crazy, some speeches, a simple, straight forward ceremony with a hand fasting because it was a cute idea, and that was it. They wanted to keep it simple, with a focus on the flower arch around them, the ocean and then the party.
That was what Maxwell was looking forward to and Andrew was a bit worried about how it was going to go down.
