title: Your Day, Your Way: The Essential Handbook for the 21st-Century Bride
author:  Sharon Naylor 
description: Today, you are free to set aside the trappings of traditional dos and donts and be bold with your wedding style! &lt;b&gt;Your Day, Your Way&lt;/b&gt; is a long-overdue, modern-day wedding planner that will guide you through the new reality of creating a memorable day that is unique and a true reflection of who you are.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As a 21st-century bride, youre empowered to plan the wedding you want in a way that brides of decades past never were. This savvy guide helps you embrace your individuality and develop the confidence to plan the ceremony and celebration of a lifetime. This day is all about you. Now you can navigate the inevitable dilemmas and family politics and breeze through the whirlwind of planning by learning how to:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; customize a wedding game plan that reflects your tastes&lt;br&gt; involve family members in the planning while still having the wedding you want&lt;br&gt; splurge creatively while sticking to your budget&lt;br&gt; design a unique sense of style and set the tone you want&lt;br&gt; and much more!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Truly for todays bride, &lt;b&gt;Your Day, Your Way&lt;/b&gt; highlights the excitement and autonomy of contemporary wedding planning and offers substance, style, and real advice that will add upscale panache to even the most laid-back ceremony.
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  “I intend to seek a bride from among the merchant class.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  She was quick-witted, her reaction more curiosity than confusion. “Whatever
  for? Despite the current state of your finances, you would still be accounted
  eligible.”
  
  Could she not simply say, “Indeed, my lord” and leave it at that? Annoyance
  sharpening, Sinjin said through clenched teeth, “I do not think a lady of
  my—your—class would meet my requirements.”
  
  “And what might those requirements be?”
  
  Uncertain even a sharp set-down would curb Miss Beaumont’s unladylike
  persistence, he grudgingly took the more polite path of answering. However,
  not having yet progressed in his own mind from what he _didn’t_ want to what
  he _did,_ he had to grope for a reply.
  
  “Modesty. Simplicity. Temperance in all things.”
  
  “And ladies of breeding are not modest, simple, or temperate?” she asked in a
  silky voice.
  
  “In my observation…generally not!”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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