I’m currently treating my tulle skirt like a picnic blanket, barefoot and mourning the catering that never arrived.
My hair has officially surrendered to the humidity, looking more like an aviary than a bridal updo.
If the groom isn't going to show, I suppose I’ll just drink these mimosas until the sitcom producers finally fire me.
This lace corset is far too expensive to be crying in, but here we are.