Bianca
I have dragged my feet at every opportunity since my eyes flung open at silly o'clock this morning, but the time came that Emma and her men drove me to my death sentence.
I haven't seen Niko since the meal yesterday evening, and I've had to put up with a team of people pruning and making me over to get me ready for this sham of a f*****g wedding all morning.
I'm in a foul mood, and I look f*****g ridiculous with far too much skin on show for someone who hates being the centre of attention.
The wedding dress in question is a delicate white A-line dress featuring a plunging beaded bodice with spaghetti straps, a tulle skirt underlaid, and a sparking underskirt featuring blood-red tulle scalloping the edge.
I think Anna asked for red because I joked that it was my favourite colo
