The return of Wedding Fever

The Girlfriend Experience is one of the roles I play multiple times, where I play a vital role in the current role-play I enjoy in my work. And with the return of wedding fever, there is no shortage of requests for this service. Whether staying in or going out in London, my client always receives all the care he needs as my would-be boyfriend. I spoil him rotten. So, when I answered a call from a regular of mine and pencilled him in for Saturday, I was a little surprised at his request. "I don't want the typical GFE escort service this time, babe," he muttered. "I need you to pretend to be my wife." 

My eyebrows almost shot off my forehead; I raised them that far! I've pretended to be a girlfriend, lover, consort and concubine but never a wife. The closest I came was to the 1950s housewife, and even then, it was to pick up an iron with curlers in my hair. "I'm going to need a bit more information..." I replied, starting at the beginning." 

Many of my clients are married,d ass and elite models; an escort is the utmost in discretion and sensitive to needs. I appreciate that sometimes a man needs "a little more from life..." Some have a girl in every city; some have a wife and a mistress (never the twain shall meet!). Others want to have something to smile about. Regardless of the circumstances, I am a professional. I gleaned a great deal of information from my client before we settled on a time and venue.

His relatives were coming over from Athens in large numbers for a cousin's wedding. The return of wedding fever means that even big weddings are back on. If you have ever seen My Big Fat Greek Wedding, you'll know how big these gatherings can be. Living in South Kensington when everyone else had set up a home in Birmingham meant he had escaped the family grapevine and bachelordom till now. He invented a wife, a family life, and a work promotion to keep nosy aunts at bay. Unfortunately, he hadn't banked on his favourite cousin growing up and getting married when he would be expected to bring said "wife". 

So we met three hours before the rehearsal dinner on Saturday and invented our married life together. Despite needing a reason why we chose our nuptials abroad, away from family eyes, I got into it. We even picked out a wedding ring set from Goldsmiths! And we passed the test. Yes, we got criticised left, right, and centre, but it's the return of wedding fever, and he took most of the flak. I just helped serve the tea and coffee with a permanent smile. The only thing that worries me now is how he will respond when they request pictures of his son and heirs...

The return of Wedding fever has certainly been sweeping the elite world for the last few months. For example, I have accompanied many clients to their friends' or colleagues' special occasions, as well as to their families. After all, friends or colleagues are easy to pass off as a new couple; family is more work and requires more research. In films, you often see the old cliché of a man and woman meeting for a significant family dinner or function, and then they end up falling in love and living happily ever after. In my case, there will never be a " happily ever after at the end of a good old knees-up. However, there will be another date with my delighted clients.

I have always loved weddings, so I'm excited about the return of wedding fever. Any excuse for wearing something gorgeous, eating lovely food and having a great laugh? Especially with people you wouldn't usually mingle with in some excellent establishments. As a mature escort, I have attended numerous weddings in the London area. In spectacular restaurants and hotels, and a lavish number of weddings in the South of France. I always wear something suitable, regardless of the client's request. In addition, I always ensure that my model figure is clad in something classy and non-limelight-stealing.

Adam, my next wedding buddy, wanted me to wear something sexy and short to his boss's wedding in Surrey. Erm, no thanks, Adam, but I promised him something special when we returned to his apartment in Chelsea. Speaking of something special, another client has asked me to attend his cousin's wedding in Central London next month as his girlfriend. I will do as I am asked and am getting into character by taking some mock-up pictures on my phone in case we are asked for anything concrete about each other. Firstly, I am constantly distracted by a photo, I say. He had been getting grief from his family for being single for a long time, he told me. So, with the return of wedding fever, his cousin's wedding is the perfect opportunity to prove to his family that he does have someone special. I always look forward to playing make-believe, so stay tuned.