Nova
All hell broke loose three days before the wedding with caterers and the venue. When that was straightened out, I had my final dress fitting, and I couldn’t zip it up! Thankfully, there was enough time for the seamstress to let it out a little before the ceremony, but I didn’t realize I put on that much weight.
“Hey babe,” Jack called out to me. “Do you want some Stanley’s for dinner?”
“No!” I cried out. “No more fried food that’s why I had to let my dress out and I don’t need it to be even tighter tomorrow. Nothing but raw vegetables is passing these lips till the reception!”
“Nova You’re so beautiful as you are,” he said. “You don’t need to starve yourself.”
“I do if I want to fit into that dress,” I said.
“Then what do you want for dinner?” He sighed.
