So I had something new happen last night. My bride's purse cought fire while sitting too close to a votive candle during the rehearsal dinner. My assistant director of weddings grabbed the purse and we RAN out front, flames and smoke billowing through the Grand Salon of Belmont Mansion. Her purse strap will never be the same!
And then there was the wedding. Her violinist broker her arm. Her cake designer broker her foot. The topper though, bless her heart, was her grand entrance into the ceremony. As she decsended the steps in to the Grand Salon of the mansion...she fell down the steps. She caught herself on the railing and she wasn't hurt...but still, she fell down the steps.
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