Part 2
The car pulled up and I felt cheated. But why? It was time to face the truth. I was not just marrying for love but also for the lifestyle I had been promised. I was using him, and it never occurred to me he might be using me. I made my decision

The driver held the door open and I swung my legs as Charlotte and Cathy came to help me. At that moment Nick placed his hands on my shoulders and Charlotte and Cathy each lifted an ankle. As my legs were raised my skirts fell back Charlotte and Cathy took off my shoes. I felt something cool and viscous drip on my inner thighs. First it was just drizzled then poured it pooled against my panties. This viscous sticky ness soaked into my panties and stockings and layers of my underskirts. Nick kissed my forehead and I started to sit up. My shoes were replaced, and my feet were squeezed in the shoes full of what I now knew was honey. The honey squelched and overflowed out of the shoes.
I was helped to stand, and my dress was straightened. My sticky underskirt had to be pulled down so that it hung right. I was amazed that nothing showed on the outside, but as I stood there I felt the sticky honey run down my legs. This distracted me from my heavy bean filled panties and the beans moving randomly inside my bodice. I couldn't believe they were expecting me to walk up the aisle like this. To my surprise they manoeuvred me back off my feet held my ankles up and poured flour into the skirt. The flour coated the sticky honey and I was helped to my feet. My skirts were unbelievably heavy, but they had managed to somehow confine the mess to within.
It wasn't only the weight, my legs coated with honey and flour rubbed against each other and layers of the skirt dragged against my legs. I walked down the aisle taking baby steps until I stood next to Bob.
"Bastard," I mouthed at him.
"This way a bit Alicia," he replied.
"Is that it?" I whispered defiantly.
"Bit more," he continued.
"Bit more," I repeated puzzled.
"Feet apart," he instructed.
"Perfect," he said after I complied. I followed his gaze and one of the film crew gave the thumbs up. Bob showed me his phone. It was a small picture and then recognition hit me.
"You bastard you are filming up my skirt," I muttered, but I had a glimmer of an idea.
The service continued a weird mix of marriage and harvest. The collection was announced for food to be used in the bridal shower. We got through the vows despite my change to not vow to obey and eventually reached the part where the priest made his final pronouncement.
"You may kiss the bride," he said.
We turned faced each other and kissed and the priest spoke again.
"You may wam the bride," he said, and Bob stood back. I had no time to react as I found myself under a yellow deluge. They spared no custard and I shrieked as it hit me on my head, in my hair running down flowing over me. It clung to my dress as trails ran down to the floor. My shoulders, arms, and my cleavage was covered. My eyes closed I could feel its weight tugging on the veil hanging behind me. It continued to flow over until I was a yellow blob. It had it ended and Bob wiped my eyes so I could open them. I looked at the yellow bridal bouquet in my hand and smiled at the ridiculousness of the situation.
"Stand here," he said calling over the man from the film crew to take some pictures. Bob went outside to speak to the master of ceremonies. Steve the best man was distracted by the flirting of Candy and Charlotte. I took my chance.
"I need to check the videos of the hotel and car from earlier can you send them to my phone and email, I asked.
"Sure," he said "I will do it straight after this"
After he finished those photo's I slowly walked outside
Bob called me over by a bench and the photographer appeared giving me the thumbs up.
Bob began to rinse off the custard away on my face with sunflower oil. Its viscosity made it slide over my skin and seeped down my neck into my bodice. After my face Bob removed the veil which hung down my back. I look up as he rinsed my hair with the cool oil that ran down my back. I felt it flow over me and Charlotte massaged it into my hair. The master of ceremonies is watching closely.
Bob smiles and poured the oil over my skirt. Cathy's eager hands rubbed it in and the skirt started to become transparent. Charlotte has knelt behind me and does the same with the oil that ran down from my hair. They cut a slit in the front of my dress and revealed each layer for the photographer. The master of ceremonies seemed fascinated as he watched my bridesmaids brush my bean filled panties with oil. This made them more transparent and revealed their contents. I had an idea how to manipulate him if he was so interested me. To my disappointment his eyes drifted away, from me but they followed Cathy and Charlotte. It would have to be plan B
Bob went to check on the guests and I grabbed my opportunity. I beckoned the master of ceremonies and asked him to show me the itinerary.
"Hmm," I said "we may need to change some of this."
"How flexible can you be?" I enquired.
"I am not sure what you are asking," he replied.
"Neither am I, but I will take charge of the event at some point. Can I count on you?" I asked
"But madam," he began
"Do you like the bridesmaids?" I asked and he gave me his full attention. "How would you like to take them both to your room tonight?"
"You can arrange that?" he queried and I nodded.
"Keep this to yourself but keep me happy and it will be your night," I promised.

An open carriage awaited at the front of the church at the gates. Bob returned and took my hand and led me to the corridor of guests holding buckets. Confetti perhaps. We started to walk through the corridor of people and Bob released my hand then strode ahead. Restricted by the dress despite its slit up the front I could not match his pace. Then the barrage started as something soft struck me on the back of the head. I closed my eyes and stood still as egg yokes splattered over me, from every direction. The eggs ran out after a couple of minutes and I stood there a yellow oozing slimy mess. I continued to the gate and Bob told me to stop for a second and throw my flowers.
I threw my flowers over my right shoulder and turned to see a lady in a blue dress had caught them. I should have noticed everyone had stepped back but it happened before my brain could process the significance
Steve stepped forward with a balloon and threw it above my head. It hit the Iron church gate and burst. Flour rained down on me sticking to the egg wherever it made contact. Two more balloons were thrown, and I was now covered and as messy on the outside as I was inside the dress. The dress was heavy and sticky all over. I was helped onto the carriage and sat with a grinning Bob who was unaware that a coup was coming. I was really going to enjoy the reception.
In part three Alicia take charge