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?

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.

feel a tingle of excitement flutter in my belly.

lips are blue. I think they add to the gloomy, cold aesthetic of the large stone room, to be honest.

bandeau-style wedding dress is a little tight, but not so tight that I won’t be able to have at least one bite of a cocktail sausage or whatever vegan sausage my future mother-in-law insisted my mother and I pay a little extra

‘when you know, you know.’

They managed a rough three years before my dad walked out, never to be heard from again.

-expensive heels, because according to my soon-to-be mother-in-law, I was under no circumstances allowed to walk down the aisle barefoot.

Romance was not a word commonly uttered in my house,

First published in the UK in 2024 by Head of Zeus, part of Bloomsbury Publishing Plc

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