Written on 4 March 2019
Kelly
Oh my god, I really hope my wedding day isn't so. . . Complicated.
Katy's mum has sent me to get more Prosecco, even though the fridge is absolutely stacked. In my dressing gown no less! Poor Katy, I think the nerves have got the better of her, but I'd really rather not be going to the bar when my hair isn't done and my dress is under strict lock and key.
People are looking at me funny. I hope there are some friendly faces at the bar. Might be a little too early for guests, but you never know. This is a bit out of order of Katy's mum, to be fair. I am her oldest friend. Sure, I've only met Tim a handful of times, but I'm positive that they're absolutely made for each other. I should be there to tell her so.
The bar is empty but for the barman and a dapper looking older gentleman, dressed eccentrically, with a pint in his hand. He smiles at me, checking out my gown. I smile back.
“Bridesmaid?”
“Yeah, I've been sent on the prosecco run.”
He laughs, running his spare hand through his thick, salt and pepper hair. He is rather gorgeous. I order the bottle and he asks me if Katy is ready. I would never betray my best friend, so I nod yes.
“Any nerves?”
“The usual amount.”
He laughs again. For some reason it doesn't occur to me to ask who he is. The barman plonks the bottle in a bucket, and I scoop it up, smiling again at the gentleman.
“See you out there.” He winks at me. Gross.
I smile in spite of myself, and head back towards Katy's room. Poor girl. I'm going to make sure I'm ready for my wedding. One hundred per cent.