Lucky, rain on your wedding day.
Rosie would clobber the next auntie who said that. All the planning; all that money. A year’s work for one day.
Of course, ‘best laid plans’…
First the flowers. Alison freaked at the lilies, screaming at Rosie, ‘Your friend knows they make my eyes swell. We should’ve used a proper florist!’
Then, Doug stepped on the lace train. Alison’s colour drained and matched her dress. Rosie’s repair wasn’t visible from a distance.
The car, The Fiancé’s choice – a tiny back seat. A sea of meringue swallowed Alison.
No luck there, either.
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