The (Anti) Wedding Party

It doesn’t matter anymore; what matters is that Hannah loves me enough to want to marry me, and how could I say no to that?

wedding puns today, apparently. Goosebumps prickle my skin

pinkie toes, what with the draft in this over-the-top, dramatic and ancie

-in-law, I was under no circumstances allowe

whirlwind romance, not when her family are taking up one side of the castle cathedral while Mum, Alex and Charlie are standing on the other side cheering us on. Mum with tears in her

I glance in the slightly smeared glass of the archaic mirror with a gold leaf border, and sure enough, my lips are blue.

Romance was not a word commonly uttered in my house, with my

, marriage was not something I dreamt about nor had time for, but then as the saying goes, ‘when you know, you know.’

A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

Typical,’ I mutter under my breath as the British clouds decide to let loose and rain on my parade, quite literally if you count a wedding as a parade, which I’m going to say I do. I’m full of wedding puns today, ap‍