"Of course I am," he replied, "why wouldn't I be? It's your day as well as mine. Now you go get that dress of yours."
That was a few weeks ago. And now, as she was standing there, getting her final fittings on her dream wedding dress, Ginny couldn't help but feel happy .... and nervous too. Were they going too fast with all this? Or was that just her imagination?
The next stop was the hair salon, where she discussed at length the style she wanted, along with the head dress. She'd chosen something quite simple, nothing too extravagant. The only frivolous thing was the very large yellow/green orchid. After all, she wanted to feel 'at one with nature'.
Oh and she'd need to ditch the glasses in favour of some contacts, just for the day.
They both agreed that there was no way they could afford a venue for the wedding, so they organised it to be held at home. And they hired practically everything except for the cake, as that would be used up on the day.
Very soon, she'd become Mrs Ambrose Graystone. From Miss Virginia Medlar, to Mrs Virginia Graystone to be exact. it made her tingle all over.
She just hoped that nothing would go badly wrong on the day.
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