First thought: pink meringue explosion. Second thought: Jordan wore a frock more tasteful when she married Whatshisface. Third thought: I cannot go out in this monstrosity, it’ll end my career.
‘Put it on. Or else.’
‘Or else what?’
Why would Tasha want me to be seen in this dress-shaped catastrophe?
‘Or else you call Marc to tell him the wedding’s off.’
Take that, Little Ms Hotshot Designer, Tasha smirks at me.
She thinks she’s got me. I tear the frills off the eyesore and wear it inside out.
Reputation rescued.
Tasha’s eyes flare up. I’ve ruined her night.
Added bonus.
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Excellent title for that little scene! I love your phrase ‘pink meringue explosion’. What images it conjures up!
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Thank you, Millie! I’ve been catching up with the Bake Off this weekend, so I had meringue on my mind… Glad you liked the line 🙂
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Now I have the image of you in a chef’s hat, carefully whisking your meringues! But yes, I thought the line was ‘ace’.
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The mention of pink meringues then Jordan tell us all we need to know – Bag Fat Gypsy Wedding Styley 🙂 I love the revenge too – sweet justice.
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I had Bake Off on my mind 😀
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Ah, the joys of Bake Off. Loving it.
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hahahah!!!! 😀
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🙂
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