As a teenager, I had this fantasy: me + my grade nine Spanish partner, Thomas + our wedding = best day ever. There was a big white dress, an all-night dance party and midnight fireworks (clearly, my daydreams weren’t on a budget). But no bridesmaids. Ever.
My actual big day – February 16, 2019 – also didn’t include any bridesmaids (or Thomas; sorry, Thomas!). And I don’t regret it. In fact, that’s probably the best decision I made (don’t tell my husband).
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