The photographer, neck craned up, prods at Michael. Her arms windmilling over the disaster zone, she babbles something-or-other at him. Michael stoops to listen, looming over the tiny blonde, abruptly breaks into a smile and nods, then marches across to Kirstie. The pair speak to her for a moment. She bursts out laughing, also nodding.
Michael claps his hands a couple of time. “Can I have your attention everyone. Since the occasion has turned out to be truly unique, Belle, the photographer here, is going to call you up in groups for, what I think you will all agree, will be a truly different set of wedding photographs.”
differentHeads turn, voices mutter, then rise into chatter….
Michael continues. “We’d like the bride"s family first. Kirstie, you stand there, beside the cake but with t
