He struts into the room, preening like a peacock. It’s mean but I can’t stop myself from laughing.
‘No, you cannot wear all white.’
‘One of us has to.’
I wipe away tears and compose myself.
‘Add some colour. A blue shirt.’
‘That’ll just ruin the look.’
‘How about a blue tie, then?’
He shakes his head.
‘But, if you wore a white dress, I’d go with a normal suit.’
He looks hopeful.
‘I told you, I’m not gonna get married in white. If you want to look like John Travolta on our wedding day, go ahead.’
Called his bluff.