__300 Guests__
By Andrea
"The Thorntons, the Caldwells, the Christisons.."
"Who?"
"And we can't forget the Mayers and the Martins."
"Cordelia," Wesley said. Do we really need all these
people?"
"Yes." she exasperated. "They're all people that my
agent said I had to invite."
"Your agent? How did he get a say in all this?"
She looked at him huffily. "Wesley, connections! These
people could help my career. You know, help me get my
foot in the door."
"All right. So, altogether, how many are you
inviting?" he asked curiously.
"A few." she admitted, suddenly studying her list
intently.
He looked her straight in the eye." And how many is a
few, Cordelia?"
"300."
"300!!" Wesley shouted. "You invited 300 people too
our wedding! Do we know 300 people?"
Cordelia placed her hands on her hips. "Yes, yes and
not personally, but yes."
"Do you know how much it'll cost to feed 300 people
individually?" he asked in shock.
"Yes, but don't worry. Angel said he'd pay for
anything we need." Cordelia waved her hand. "After
all, he is best man."
"Ugh." he uttered.
Her voice softened and she placed a kiss on his head.
"Wesley, you're under a lot of stress with researching
and all. Why don't you just let me take care of
everything, okay?"
Wesley groaned and dropped his head onto the table.
Life with Cordelia Chase, soon to be Wyndam-Pryce, was
never a dull moment. 'Well, it can't get much worse. I
mean, what could be more worse than 300 people?' he
mused. 'Ice sculptures in the shape of swans?'
"Now, I was thinking of strolling violins.." she
offered. When she didn't hear a response, she turned
to see him fainted dead on the floor.
"Wesley? Wesley? It's okay, we don't need to have
strolling violins. How about ice sculpted swans?"
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