The Novi wedding that my husband-to-be’s family were looking forward all year long to was ready for the take off. I flew in earlier than my husband because he was yet to take his leave from the commercial airlines he worked as a pilot. I worked in Detroit as a resident physician yet everything had to take place in the beautiful Novi county.

It could just not be Detroit. I hate to think that my garden wedding was in no way going to find the lush green gardens that both my future husband and I planned for a very long time. Novi was a quiet county which could house a decent and solemn garden wedding, although I was on the guard on making it all too simple. Every woman wants to make headlines for all the right reasons upon tying that knot.

We had to resort to the expertise of a Novi wedding magnate, who was quick to tell us to our face that the luxury we are looking for is nowhere to be found in Novi. She drove us for a short trip to a place called Castle Farms and she blatantly asked, ‘is this what you want?’. I failed to answer because I was already affording myself a tour around the castles that could house my very own wedding. I could not wait to tell my Prince Charming of this great find, yet from that one phone all I could sense his excitement.