The wedding countdown 3 - Did someone call me bridezilla?

Wait a minute! Now, now! Don't go calling me names like that. I just happen to be one of those individuals who like to be in the eye of the storm. Well, of course, it is my wedding after all. If I want purple hair to go with my wedding theme of white and purple, then I jolly well will have it that way!

Royal icing it is. No  matter what you say. My wedding cake has to have royal icing. Mah wedding! Mah rules!

You don't like plum cake? Well we've got vanilla at the top of the tier for you. Don't fret. But I am certainly having royal icing piped onto my wedding cake.

Then came the shoes that I had to wear. They had to be comfortable, chic and had to go with the theme as well. I am sure my mother's legs were screaming when I finally settled for golden ones after spending three days looking for purple shoes to go with the theme.

Well those are just few of the things that I was bent upon having. I settled for a purple colored extension just for the occasion of the wedding. But that was just about it. I wasn't being nasty about anything else.

Oh. But let's not forget the bridegroom's purple socks as well. You really want me to wear purple socks? He asked me with terror in his eyes.

Yes. I shrugged. It goes with the theme of the wedding.

 Would I have to wear purple underwear too? He asked sarcastically.

No. I said casually. No one would be able to see your underwear.

If they could see, you would make me wear purple underwear, wouldn't you? He said shaking his head in disbelief.

Of course. I explained earnestly. It would go with the theme.

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