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if the ground could just open up and swallow me whole, that would be great.
gift I was taking them didn’t come with a barrel full of awkwardness.
Mum sighs so deeply it blows the dad joke right out of the room.
The chance would be a fine thing.
Bloody hell, I look like Elton John. Perhaps I’ll ditch the red-tinted glasses.
but I suppose it’s impossible not to blend in, in a room where everyone stands out, if you get what I mean.
I’m not entirely sure what to do with myself, standing here alone, although I am mentally writing a list of what I don’t want to do.
I don’t think rocking up to the wedding with three dates, looking like horny pall-bearers, is going to hit the spot, do you?’
Okay, it’s scary how on the money he is.
Yes, I am accustomed to this lifestyle already, after only one day.
stroll towards him, my shoes dangling from my fingertips and my tail between my legs.
everyone likes to tell themselves that they’re the main character, right?
‘Is this to do with your mystery date? Is he someone famous? Oh, my goodness, is he someone royal?’
‘Have at it,’ I say generously – because I’m so generous with my free desserts when I have fourteen of them.
‘Okay, so this is either like something out of a romantic comedy, or a horror movie, and I can’t quite be certain,’ I tell Donnie through a forced smile,
I definitely didn’t pack anything to wear that screamed: WAG.
Genuinely, I hadn’t even considered the fact that things could go wrong, that the people I meet might
make friends fast,’ I say with a smile and a shrug.
few minutes before it was time to be blindfolded. As you do.
about is that I don’t ruin it. I mean, come on, I’ve got previous.
Intrigued, I follow Jeff up the winding staircase, trying to hide how tragically out of breath I am – who knew I was so unfit?
I wonder what this road is like in the dark, because of course I do, because nothing can be just nice with me, can it?
we cling to each other, like Scooby-Doo and Shaggy when they see a ghost.
But seeing him here, all jealous and possessive, has given me the ick.
Sunshine once claimed her ‘no-make-up’ make-up routine took a whopping forty-five minutes.
And with that I push my sunglasses back up my nose, lie back on my sunlounger, and bask in my own smugness. You have no idea how long I’ve fantasised about being able to do that.
Okay, maybe not, but I’m here for a good time, not a long time, so I’ll take my yacht while I can.
I should’ve got in on that fourgie while I had the chance.
Sunshine is clearly up to something. Here’s hoping I can nip it in the bud, before it gets out of hand.
Age doesn’t come into it at all – in anything, I think my generation is lazier about how they look.
God, I have been waiting for this moment – probably since before I even realised I was waiting for this moment.

