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All was mayhem and going to s**t the flowers had yet to turn up, and I was losing my s**t bridezilla in true form. My insides were clenching in a tights knot I had never felt so f*****g nervous in my entire life. I couldn’t eat, I was barely drinking. If it wasn’t for the bubbly, I wouldn’t drink at all. I had had four glasses already whilst we were getting changed, luckily for me, I had Jaz and Carly by my side. We had our bachelorette party last week, and we were lucky enough not to bump into the guys' venues we couldn’t from the Mediterranean. We had been there a week previous to settle in and head to the beech and catch some rays, hoping we wouldn’t have to use fake tan thank f**k we didn’t. I had been pacing back and forth after I had been sewn into my dress. Not literally, but
