The morning of the wedding dawned bright and sunny.
The bride-to-be was content. People didn’t realise that the old rituals worked the best. Here was the proof – glorious sunshine and blue skies.
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror as the hairdresser worked unobtrusively behind her. Bridezilla she wasn’t (the groom had been allowed to choose the music) it was just that some things couldn’t be left to chance.
In a hotel across town, streaming sunshine woke the groom. The old rituals were indeed the best. Sex with your about-to-be mother-in-law guaranteed great weather for your wedding.
The bride-to-be was content. People didn’t realise that the old rituals worked the best. Here was the proof – glorious sunshine and blue skies.
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror as the hairdresser worked unobtrusively behind her. Bridezilla she wasn’t (the groom had been allowed to choose the music) it was just that some things couldn’t be left to chance.
In a hotel across town, streaming sunshine woke the groom. The old rituals were indeed the best. Sex with your about-to-be mother-in-law guaranteed great weather for your wedding.
