The cake had to be perfect, the right flowers had to be in season, there was the huge choice between a band and a DJ, and then, of course, the dress. But the fact we were planning this in a goddamn month was just ludicrous. Kara was blowing up my phone with jobs for me to do. I had to run down to the bakery while she was at work and tried to explain the floral arrangement on top for the fifth time in a row. Then I had to order the flowers for her, which cost a fortune, and then I had to sample the food without her because she was too busy getting her dress fitted. She was relying on my opinion for everything, and the pressure was going to make me crack. And don’t even get me started on the bridesmaid dresses. They were bright pastel blue, like the color of an Easter egg, and they were covered in puffy ruffles. I looked like a sheepherder wearing the damn thing. It was like she was purposely trying to make me and her other bridesmaids as hideous as possible.
