‘But whatever you decide, I do love you, Penny. More than words can say’ OH, HELP. I can’t do it. I honestly don’t think I can go through with this after all.
I stare into the full-length mirror, trembling, then glance at the ivory wedding dress on the hanger. All day I’ve drifted through the final preparations in a daze, sleepwalking through the rehearsal in church, smiling and hugging people, generally doing everything that’s expected of me. Now suddenly my calm exterior has deserted me and there’s nothing left but sheer blind panic.
It feels as if I’m in some sort of dream. On second thoughts, make that nightmare. Somewhere on another planet people are busily wrapping wedding presents, arranging flowers, practising speeches. Everything is booked, everything ready for tomorrow,…