64 days to go, and there was still so much to do:
- Whittle down that enormous guest list.
- Order the cake!
- Book the Dew Drop Inn for the reception. Or should they just go to the Pig? They couldn’t decide.
- Send out the invitations.
- Get the ring.
- Decide on the honeymoon.
But yesterday was about the dress. Poppy Lowe and her mother had tramped along every street in Chorley. She’d tried on every wedding dress in town. And nothing. Noth-ing!! What on Earth was she going to do?
In the end, her mum floated an idea that would have been blown away without a consideration eight hours earlier: how about wearing her grandmother’s parachute, like she’d done? There was more than enough silk in it to make a wedding dress!