Written on 18 March 2019
Katy
“We're going to Nice. Got a little villa overlooking the Med.”
And I can't even stomach the thought of spending a week with him, let alone the rest of our fucking lives.
“Wow, sounds lovely. I mean, personally, I would've taken you to Monaco.”
Mitch is cracking on to me again. I kind of want him to carry on just to make me think better of Tim. Tim my husband. Not this faux posh fuckhead who I only invited because my Mum insisted.
Emily looks like she's going to throttle me with my own veil. How do I communicate to her that I find his boyfriend absolutely repulsive and she's welcome to him.
These sausages are lukewarm. I need another drink.