She knew she had put on weight, but she didn’t realise how much until the dress wouldn’t fasten. Angrily she yanked the zip, breaking a nail and ripping the expensive fabric. Mel should have been here to help, but she had called earlier to explain that she had a migraine and couldn’t leave the house.
Arriving at the church, with her dress held together by safety pins, she was met by a worried looking Henry. “Steve won’t come. He says he’s changed his mind.”
Ripping off her veil, she used it to wipe away her tears. The sun shone, but the bride didn’t notice.
This post is part of the 100 Word Challenge for Grown-Ups at The Head’s Office