By the time I left Mellie’s, I’d spent four hours drinking wine and nodding emphatically as Bridget told us what Mellie’s wedding was going to be like. I’d eaten the nutritional equivalent of cardboard and been attacked by Bridget with a tape measure for my dress measurements. I needed pizza. Sta...
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