Bette Porter was sitting in her office, surrounded by balls of crushed paper.

“Urgh, why can’t I write this? How hard can it be?” she said in frustration.

She sighed, “Who am I trying to kid? It’s my vows to Tina, of course it’s hard. There’s so much I want to say, but I don’t know how to say it. I wish I could just say all that I’m feeling in my heart.”

Just then, James popped his head in, jerking Bette out of her reverie. “Hey Bette, Kit’s here to see you.”

Bette nodded and Kit was ushered in.

“Hey baby sis! Wow, what’s with the mess? You been playing office basketball?” Kit joked.

Bette rolled her eyes “Funny Kit, very funny. Urgh, I’ve been trying to write my vows for the wedding. And it’s just not flowing. Either it sounds too darn clichéd, or it’s something I’ve said before or…”

“Hey, hey! Slow down baby sis. Maybe you’re trying too hard? I mean, words should come easily to you; you are a Yale grad you know? And I remember the days when you were writing like thesis papers, you never had problems then. And besides don’t you think you shouldn’t try so hard? Is it sincere when you’ve been spending so much effort crafting a “perfect” speech? Or is it better to just say what’s in your heart off the cuff? Does everything need to be rehearsed?” Kit interrupted Bette, giving some sisterly advice.

Bette started to say something “But Tina…” when Kit interrupted again “Bette, just think about it first alright? You still have another 3 days to work it out. Now, I came here for a reason, I just confirmed the limousine booking and more or less everything is settled. The minister is prepared and will be there. The camera crew, sound crew have all been briefed. Just remember that Tina is spending the night before at Alice’s, you best prepare yourself for that. I’ll come over to your house that night also, to help you.”

Bette sighed “Ah, Kit, don’t remind me. I can’t believe the idea was mine, that we should do this the old-fashioned way. I’m starting to regret it. I want to see Tina in her gown! Is she even wearing a gown? She refuses to spill any details.”