How ironic is it that the one who was hiding the most caught the bouquet in the end? I was at my uncle's wedding yesterday and it was lovely. My boyfriend was such a hottie in his suit and I loved to show off with him. Finally, I realised that each time I caught the bouquet before, everyone else got married but me. So I decided not to catch it this time. I hid behind all the other girls, pushed against the wall of the room. I prayed to the lord that it wouldn't hit me. And then - in your face! My left cheek hurt as the bouquet hit it with quite a speed.What do you think of this tradition? Good luck or bad karma?
I forgot. The photos above show the bouquet and the dress I wore. It's from Karen Millen, London.
