photo by Ben Rosett – large version here
The wedding planner – Fiona – waved a Chanel-scented hand. ‘I had the staff hang a swing, Karen – bit of rustic fun. It’ll look adorable in the pics – your cherub nieces all frothy, lacy bundles in their bridesmaids dresses. Like fairies. Or whatever.’
Fiona loathed children at her weddings. They bawled through the ceremony, gorged on icing and puked it over the table runners and ruined every photo by picking their noses or being ‘shy’. Fortunately, Karen’s relatives would just about fit the Boho theme, even if the smallest one – Pixie? Flossy? Daisy? – was a little on the ginger, freckly, chubby side.
‘I wonder, darliing. Would your sister consider giving the girls a spritz of fake tan before the big day?’