I used to dream of a white wedding. In the garden. Well, a garden, like the ones with tall hedges for privacy and topiaries all around. I'd be wearing an embroidered white wedding dress with a long train and a lacey veil.
I used to dream really big. But tonight I was thinking about it all and I realise all that isn't important. It's nice and pretty to think of but it's not necessary. Why an elaborate wedding? Who would I even invite to it?
Registration followed by a day with family and my closest friends… yes, that sounds lovely. And affordable.
The gimmicks never matter, Belinda. Happiness doesn't depend on a white wedding. Happiness depends on you.
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