As the heavy wood doorways of Marylebone register workplace flew open, there I stood, a correct bride. “She’s gone full bridal!” a buddy blurted earlier than clasping her hand over her mouth in shock.
She was proper. Because the world’s most reluctant bride, not as soon as have I headed to a retailer’s bridal division to the touch the heavenly white robes that cling closely off squishy, silk-padded hangers. Not as soon as, not even throughout my peak Morten Harket obsession, did I ever think about myself strolling down an aisle, household and buddies damp-eyed on the sight of me. So, 4 months earlier than my wedding ceremony in June 2018, I nonetheless had no clue what to put on.
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