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?

Now I’m letting that all go. 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?

mother-in-law, I was under no circumstances allowed

Andi, we’re not twenty-one anymore, this is not some girls’ trip to Santorini we have to scrape for, I’ve got your back, Kristen too.

Goosebumps prickle my skin and I’m beginning to lose all feelings in my pinkie toes

‘I’m getting married,’ I allow myself to squeal. Considering I never in a million years thought this day would come, nor wanted it to, it now all seems rather exciting and special, like someone actually wants to marry me.

I take in the vintage lace-style wedding dress that is gathered

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