With all the usual pomp and ceremony, its scary how fictitious this all appears to be. Organised fun, fake friends, family and foes all here for what? Me? They hated David when we were dating and now think they know him well. "Dave will love these decorations and he loves you we all can tell". Why am I a back seat citizen on my own wedding day? Invisible under the illusion and declarations that "all will be ok". It's not ok I'm in a trance sipping champagne in my dressing gown. Looking like a beauty queen madness all around me like someone else's dream. What a show I have seen all bubbles and giggles delight. Give it 12 more hours and they'll all be ready to fight!
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