It was almost 7 pm and my feet were tired.
The hair pins were digging into my head, my make-up was gone, the wedding dress was uncomfortably tight around the waist (note to the bride – any snug fit around the waist will feel tighter after a meal!).
And our best friend had driven off with our honeymoon luggage.
One of my girlfriends offered to help out. Go to her house and have a quick change of clothes.
My husband gave me that look that I’ve come to understand means “Not gonna happen.”