Tiffany? It’s Mummy. How are you dear? Hold on, just let me find my recipe… good, now we can chat while I make Daddy’s supper.
Prepare your equipment. It must be scrupulously clean and grease-free.
Right, I’ve been thinking about the wedding. We should start planning. We don’t want to find all the best places gone. You remember Georgina, Brenda’s girl? When she got married– terribly rushed affair–they couldn’t get Rosa for the flowers! She’s booked up months ahead, of course…
Hold on, darling, first things first.
You need to lose about nine pounds. I’m popping a copy of Atkins in the post, dear. It worked marvels for Pamela. Also the face-lift helped, of course. What about getting your ears pinned? Daddy would pay, of course… Think of the photographs.
Grate cheese finely to prepare for later.
Now then, I’ve been writing lists and timetables. Breaks it up into manageable bits.
So this week, we’re deciding… where’s that list? Here! Flowers, car, venue, honeymoon, number of guests–we think 250 will suffice–and the Dress, of course.
No, don’t interrupt please, this is important.
Diane’s working on the Dress already. We thought simple–classic ivory silk. She’s sketching two or three options, and we’ll send them to you for approval. She’ll start cutting and sewing in six weeks, so you’d better get going on that diet.
Good, that takes care of that…
Ah yes, the reception… just hold on, darling, I need some butter.
Melt butter on gentle heat, blend in flour, stirring.
Tiffany? Are you crying? I hope you’ve got a clean handkerchief… Oh, love, weddings can be so stressful. Listen; spoil yourself with something nice on Daddy’s Mastercard. How about a pamper weekend in the country? I know the perfect place–Midas’ Retreat. Simone went there–she says the masseuse is marvellous. The seaweed wraps alone took an inch off her thighs.
Better now? Good girl.
Blend in cream, continuing to stir.
Now, where were we? Venue! Daddy’s golf club, of course. Such a beautiful setting. I only hope it won’t make Kevin’s family feel out of place…
Of course, we’ll need outside caterers–I’ll book Antoine… Shame Kevin’s a vegetarian…
Menus... no, silly me, menus aren’t until week four…
Flowers! Have you thought about colours? I thought magenta, but Kevin’s birthmark–so unfortunate. Lavender? It brings out the colour of your eyes… would you consider contacts, darling?
Beat in cheese and egg yolks.
Oh, there’s something I must tell you, Virginia phoned yesterday to suggest an organist. I told her we’ve had Digory booked for months. She was mad!
She couldn’t resist a dig about the honeymoon, though. Suggested you would be surfing the web for a bargain! The nerve of her! So choose whatever you fancy, and Daddy will write the cheque.
Beat egg whites until stiff.
Don’t interrupt please, Tiffany. I need to talk to you seriously about something.
Now Kevin’s marrying into the family, he needs to make some changes. Not just his ear-ring, his clothes, too. Daddy’s tailor would be delighted to help. Saville Row–just mention Daddy’s name. And a decent haircut–he could be quite presentable with some attention from a good barber…
Tiffany, is it so important it can’t wait? Thank you…
You know Kevin refused Daddy’s job offer? He’s a very headstrong young man. He could triple his income overnight, and then just think where you could afford to live! So much better than that nasty little flat, with its rising damp and noisy neighbours.
Fold in egg whites gently.
Anyway, it’s so nice to have a chat. We really don’t see enough of you these days. Won’t you pop down one weekend soon? You and I could do a little shopping. After all, I need an outfit for the big day, and you know how I value your judgment.
Bake in centre of oven.
Just hold on, I need to pop my soufflé into the oven… there, done.
What’s that dear? A word in edgeways?
Calm down, darling… you’re getting overwrought…
Well I… it’s… very well, Tiffany, I’m listening.
Good gracious! Well, I think you might have let me know before I bought twenty yards of silk dupion.
Yes, I daresay you are upset. So am I. I’ll be the laughing-stock of the bridge club…
Just hold on a moment, Tiffany. The whole world doesn’t stop because he’s broken off your engagement. I need to check my soufflé…
Oh no! It’s collapsed.
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