10
An hour with our parents and we’re both bedbound. The rehearsal went pretty well, but definitely too much family for one day. We’re lying side by side on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, dazed. I hold Aimee’s hand and gently squeeze it. Turning to me, she smiles, and then kisses me on the lips.
“I can’t wait for the wedding,” Aimee tells me, her face just a few inches from mine. “But at the same time I’ll be glad when it’s over. Does that sound weird to you?”
I shake my head. “No. Not at all. I feel exactly the same way. It’s our parents; they make things so complicated. It’s just a b****y wedding for Christ’s sake. People have been getting married for centuries. It shouldn’t be this stressful.”
“I know,” she replies with an exaggerated sigh. “And Mum and Dad really did my head i
