The wedding day.
The day many girls dream of.
The day that needed to be perfect in every way so that it will be the happiest day of her life.
Well, not in my case. It was the day of a total disaster.
Okay, let's start from the beginning. Two weeks before my wedding, things were hectic. I chose Sarah to be my maid of honor (duh, best friend!). She was running around trying to arrange everything last minute. Because that's what she does. She was the queen of procrastination.
I wasn't an uptight person, so I let her do things at her own pace. I wasn't a self-centered bridezilla, so I didn't need her to be perfect.
Despite her last-minute endeavors, things were going just fine. I had my dream dress, my hair and makeup appointment was all set, the venue was booked.
Sarah arranged a bache
