DEVON
After another tiring day, we reached back home with numerous shopping bags George, I, Joanna and Mr Bell carried. The only person who was most tired of us all by carrying herself and her small sling bag dropped on the leather couch in the living room with an exhausted groan.
"Oh my god! I am so freaking tired!!"
"By stuffing your face with cake and being choosy in which flower you want at the entrance of the wedding venue?"
For the first time, I appreciated Joanna's sarcasm. I couldn't utter a word given the fact that I was the one who encouraged Elena to do everything as per her liking. Little did I know that the woman would take my words so seriously that she made us parade for hours carrying the shopping bags from one shop to other before she settled on the very first shop we visited.
"Shut up, Joanna! I am the bride here. Do you know how hectic it is?! We will see how you will handle it when it will be your turn to walk down the aisle."
