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The Best Day Of My Life
My own personal Groundhog Day
It’s Thursday afternoon and I’m about to head home from work but first I duck into the boss’ office to remind him I’m on leave tomorrow.
“Hey Boss, I’m heading home but wanted to remind you I won’t be in tomorrow. I’ve a wedding to attend,” I explain.
“Thanks Simone, I had forgotten. Have a great day and enjoy your weekend. We’ll see you Monday,” he replied.
With that I walk out the door and head home, jam packed with excitement.
Yes I have a wedding to attend tomorrow but what nobody realises is it is my wedding, my dream day, that I will be attending. One I’ve been dreaming about all of my life.
I rush home, pick up my suitcase and head to the resort where I have a room booked. I didn’t want to be home when my husband-to-be arrived. We all know it’s bad luck to see each other before the wedding.
At the resort I meet up with my matron-of-honour, Diane and we check into our room. It’s going to be a night for just the two of us, where we get to do all those girly things to make me look the best for tomorrow. Diane will give me a facial tonight and a manicure as we drink champagne and gossip the night away.
