It’s real.
It’s raw.
It’s me and Keller.
“I love it,” I say, looking around. “Absolutely love it.”
“What is the capacity?” Katla asks.
“One hundred and seventy-five,” Adela answers. “The guest list would have to be cut down immensely. But we could fashion something outside the sanctuary that would allow for more seats and wouldn’t disturb nature.”
“How many are on the guest list?” I ask.
“Around one thousand,” Katla answers.
One thousand?
My eyes nearly cross at the thought of that many people.
I glance around the space. “There’s no way you can fit them here.”
“No,” Adela answers. “But we could have them at Norse Temple, where we live-stream the wedding. And then here, we could fashion something more intimate.”
“I find that odd,” Katla says. “Don’t you? To invite people to a wedding but not really have them at the wedding?”
“It is different,” Adela says. “But there is a rich history here at Frigga’s Sanctuary. It’s why I offered it as a suggestion.”
“I do love it,” I say. “It feels less cold, more intimate. And if it snows, the trees could be flocked in white. It could be beautiful.”
“Norse Temple isn’t cold,” Keller says, startling me with his deep voice. “It’s full of tradition and history.”
“Itiswhere Theo and I got married,” Katla replies. “And it is quite beautiful when decorated in flowers. It won’t seem so cold then. And the acoustics when the choir sings, it’s just the most beautiful thing you’ll ever hear.”
“I didn’t mean to insult Norse Temple,” I say, feeling awkward, especially since Keller doesn’t seem to agree with me on this decision. I tread carefully. “I was just saying that Frigga’s Sanctuary feels more intimate, probably because it’s smaller.”
“Understandable. They are both great places to get married,” Adela says. “There would be more logistics that would have to be worked out here in Frigga’s Sanctuary, especially with the camera crew and live-streaming the wedding, transportation, and also tenting since there isn’t a bridal suite or anything like that. But all technicalities we could work out.”
“No need for the trouble,” Keller says. “Norse Temple will work just fine.”
Uh . . . hello?
What happened to being a united front on making decisions?
Smiling, I grab Keller’s hand and say, “Will you excuse us for a second?”
I pull him toward the altar where I turn his large back to Adela and Katla and then on a whisper, say, “What the hell are you doing?”
“What do you mean?” he asks, looking clueless.
“Keller, I love it here, this is where I want to marry you. Did you not get that from all of my comments and obvious gushing?”
“It’s too small.”
“Uh, but Adela said she could make it work.”
“At what cost? Are you going to insult guests by not inviting them to the actual wedding?”
“I think a live stream in Norse Temple could be new-agey and fun.”
