time you needed to mend your sexy legs.”
A week. I’ve been bed ridden for an entire week. “But I thought I’d just slept through the weekend.”
Callum sits next to me and wraps his arms around me. “You may not have farted just now, but you’ve definitely not had a bath in at least a week, love.”
I’m tempted to positively smother my fiancé with the last remaining pillow on the bed.
Unfortunately, he’s right. I reek.
Callum leaves for work and I phone Anika at the cafe. After she’s finished using big words from the English dictionary, she finally relents and decides to let me come back to work at my own cafe. Not before I’ve reassured her that my legs are much better though. Callum must have really expressed the pain I was in when he’d spoken to Anika during my bed ridden week.
I get the same idea when I look at all the text messages on my phone. Scrolling back in time I find the original text my darling fiancé sent to all my friends and family…
THIS IS CALLUM TEXTING FROM EMILY’S PHONE IN REQUEST THAT SHE NOT BE DISTURBED DURING HER ROAD TO RECOVERY, UPON PAIN OF DEATH.
Oh that’s just terrific. Apparently my betrothed had threatened to kill anyone who decided to bother me during my epic leg hurt week. That didn’t stop the text messages from rolling in though. There are about a million and one texts from Lara telling me I have to come back in for a dress fitting immediately!
That was a message from two days ago. They get more shouty in text the more recently I scroll up the timeline until Lara’s words screech at me in capital letters, just like Callum’s original threatening outgoing message.
I suppose Lara’s right. I do have an impending wedding to attend in just a matter of weeks. Why, I’m getting married to the most wonderfully caring man anyone could ever hope to be engaged to. I’m getting married. I’m having a wedding. I’ve been laid up for an entire week and I’m going to a bride soon.
So much time has wasted away so that my legs could heal!
Well, that’s all about to change. I’m determined to make up for lost time now. I’ve got so much to do. I’m getting married!
Whisking the duvet off my legs I’m stunned at the sight of them. My pins look amazing! So the trick to losing excess weight involves hard core exercise and then a week long sabbatical from life in bed. Somehow, I don’t think even seeing my legs looking slimmer is enough to convince me to ever again take a shred class.
Hopping out of bed isn’t perfect. I do wobble a bit, but at least there’s no pain involved on my walk to the bathroom.
Two hours later I’m out of the house and walking down the road. It took me quite some time to get myself and my bedroom tidied up after spending a solid week in its confines.
I’m refreshed and ready to go now though! Nothing’s going to stop me prepping everything that needs doing before my wedding day arrives.
***
Nothing will stop me walking down the aisle either. Not even the fact that I can’t seem to find a suitable dress at Lara’s bridal shop. I’ve been here for two hours already and I’ve probably tried on every dress in the store. I just can’t seem to find one that I like. All of the dresses are smooth and lovely, and I’m wearing some less uncomfortable control underwear, yet I still think I look odd when I stare at myself in the mirror.
“Now this has to be the one for you.” Lara gushes at me like a good dress sales lady. She’s been saying the same thing about every gown I’ve tried on though. I think she’s getting as fed up as I am.
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Oh for god’s sake, Em!”
Yep. She’s definitely fed up. “What’s the problem this time?”
Frowning, I tilt my chin down. “I’m practically choking on my cleavage and this dress makes my hips look huge.” I don’t like the way I’m overly cinched in at the waist, it exacerbates my hourglass figure, and not in a good way.
“Right, that’s it then.” Lara heads out of the fitting area. “You stay right there and we’ll sort out a dress for you once and for all.”
When she returns her wedding bell shaped robot is floating behind her. “Keep that thing away from me.”
“Oh relax.” Lara presses the face of