The bridal shower did the trick. I had heard nothing from Mel or my mother since that night. It was bliss, not being bothered by either of them, and although the pain I was feeling showed no signs of going anywhere soon, it was made more bearable by the lack of contact with either of those two.
Word did reach me however, that she had decided against a hen night, supposedly trying to pass off the shower as having been her hen night to save embarrassment. She of course tried to get a little payback for the whole evening, in the form of the dress she selected for me to wear, which had been delivered to my work by courier a week before the wedding.
"She can't be bloody serious!" I sighed, looking in the mirror at the hideousness of it.
"Come on, let's see it." Evan called from the living ro
