The last bouquet of long stemmed, white roses has finally arrived and I take a deep breath, relaxed. I had been stressed, snapping at suppliers, friends, and Mark, even when he had tried to help. The heat didn’t help. I fan myself with the order receipt and loosen my wrap dress slightly. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how hot it would be tomorrow, getting married just after noon, wearing my many layers of silk and tulle. I let out a long hot breath and rest my hands against the table with all the roses on it.
I didn’t have time to stand around and do nothing. Laura, Chelsea and Kate were coming to pick me up later for the “BIG surprise” hens night celebration, for which I had given clear instructions that NO strippers, NO d**k straws and NO embarrassing costume for the bride-to-be were
