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aside. Everyone’s
still clamoring to meet the celebrity couple, but I notice that Pixie
has fallen back. She’s looking kind of lost in the midst of all
the activity, so I grab her a drink and head over.
    “How are you holding up?” I ask sympathetically. “I’m
guessing you didn’t expect your wedding to turn into a
three-ring circus like this.”
    “Oh, it’s OK. I’m getting used to it by now.”
She waves at Nick and Neil, who are skulking in the shadows with
their camera equipment, filming.
    “That’s right,” I realize. “You must have
been living like this for a few years now. I bet you know those guys
pretty well.”
    Pixie giggles. “I don’t even notice them most of the
time, is that weird? They just kind of blend into the background.
They’ve seen me naked, like, a million times. They even came
and shot an episode while I was at the gyno having my PAP smear.”
    “Wow.” I nod slowly. Pixie’s boundaries are way
different to mine. “That’s… close all right. How
does Clyde feel about it all?”
    “He’s super-great. He’s always had the paparazzi
following him, and he loves the attention. He’s like a big dog,
my Alsatian. Isn’t that right, Buster?” Pixie strokes her
bulldog and beams fondly as Clyde signs a couple of aging fans’
chests.
    “Well, as long as you’re both on the same page…”
I guess they really are a match made in heaven. “But remember,
this is your wedding. I’m here to give you the day of
your dreams, so don’t worry about Marcie and the network
calling all the shots. I’ll make sure you get whatever you
want.”
    “Oh, I’m sure Marcie knows what’s best,”
Pixie says brightly. “To tell the truth, I haven’t really
thought about it all that much.”
    “Your wedding?” I’m surprised. Even the most
laid-back bride has given it half a thought. After all, there’s
a lot of room on the scale from ‘casual’ to ‘total
Bridezilla’. “You must have some ideas of things you’d
like. Music, maybe. Or colors and a theme.”
    Pixie shrugs. “Not really. That’s what you’re here
for, right?”
    “Right,” I echo, still kind of confused. “Well,
just let me know if you think of anything.”
    “Thanks, Ginny.” Pixie suddenly hugs me. “I knew
you were the right pick. Buster had a good feeling about you, and
he’s never wrong. Are you, babes?” Buster barks, and
starts struggling in her arms. “You want to go walkies?”
Pixie asks, “Let’s do it!”
    She takes off, heading for the water. She sets the dog down, and the
two of them frolic in the surf. Clyde heads on out to meet them, and
soon he’s spinning Pixie around while she shrieks with
laughter.
    It’s sweet and innocent, and I can almost believe that this
wedding might turn out to be a good thing – until I see Nick
and Neil edging closer, rolling camera. Marcie loiters nearby,
instructing them on the best shot. I wonder if Pixie and Clyde knew
all along, and went out to give them good footage.
    So much for the reality in reality TV.
     
    By the time Pixie and Clyde wade out of the ocean, it’s getting
late.
    “We’re going to head back now,” Marcie announces.
“The couple are filming in New York in the morning.”
    “I think I’m going to stick around for a couple of
days,” I tell her. Running out on my aunts as soon as I arrive
would be plain rude, even if I’d love to just ride out of town
without laying eyes on Luke again. “I can start scouting for
vendors and wedding prep.”
    “Good plan,” Marcie nods. “I have meetings with
the network in the morning. We’ll get a schedule and budget
together, but I’ll need you working this exclusively for the
next month at least. We’ll have a tight deadline to get this
wrapped.”
    “I’ll do my best.”
    I wave them all off, and stay outside to call Theo. “Tell me
you haven’t wrecked my business single-handedly?” I ask,
joking. I can hear music and voices in the background, like he’s
out