my wedding is a “modern women’s cerebral novel” wedding where everyone is awkwardly tiptoeing around both sets of parents who are both genuinely trying really hard to be good and every action or conversation has a secondary meaning that none of the players are aware of and for some reason it’s HYPER IMPORTANT to everyone except the bride and groom who are pretty much at the eye of the storm, just chuckling to themselves because why, we’re signing a piece of paper, and you BET we’ll fuck each other’s brains out on our wedding night, but that’s not your business, eh wot and they smoke cigarettes even though they don’t normally
I can’t actually show off the dress yet. Jake doesn’t get to see it until Friday so unless I can sneak and take a fully-outfitted picture then I’ll have to wait until then. SIX DAYS AHHHHH
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DRESS OBTAINED.
