At 30

Day 17: Your Favourite Dress

Chapter Seventeen

Yesterday was a disaster. There were a lot of tears. My family took it better than I imagined. I guess they were suspecting from the beginning anyway. Katie broke down. She insisted on crashing my house tonight and cried herself to sleep. Today, I'm going to plan my best friend's wedding with her.

I couldn't tell her before because she was already so busy with wedding preparations. She's a perfectionist. She has been checking every single wedding details personally for months. So, tell me, would you want to tell her you're dying? To a bride-to-be?

Also, a sudden realisation that I can't go to my own best friend's wedding next summer. I won't... be there.

Katie woke up early with her eyes red from crying.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Am I supposed to? My best friend just told me she's dying soon."

"Sorry..."

"If you're not going to be at the wedding..."

She starts crying again.

"...If you're not going to be at the wedding, you're going to plan it with me."

"Okay."

"You know I was planning to ask you to be my maid-of-honour."

"Yeah, I was waiting."

She cries again.

It took another three hours to calm her down before she starts telling me the planning process. She made some calls and managed to get a wedding dress fitting appointment later in the day. And of course, I'm going to be there with her as her entourage.

We joked, laughed, drank the free champagne, ate chocolate-covered strawberries and tried on dresses together. We ended up spending hours trying on different dresses. She looks so beautiful in every single one. She's going to be the prettiest bride ever in the world on her actual day.

"I'm picking your favourite dress, Ellie. So it feels like you're with me when I walk down the aisle."

I can hear Katie sniffle, trying hard not to let her tears fall. We bought lots of red wine from a supermarket and walk hand in hand back to my place.

We are going to talk all night long. We are going to talk about boys, work, people we hate and Katie is going to gossip about Alex. Just like old times.

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