Sophie and I have been friends for a long time, she’s a fiery blonde with a great body and we thought there might be some chemistry a long time ago. But we’ve both led separate lives since, I’m happily married, she’s about to tie the knot herself. It’s friendship and nothing more, so much so her husband-to-be, sees me as such a little threat that he doesn’t mind us hanging out as friends do. The occasional drink, watching a film together etc.
The big day is approaching, she is going for her final dress fitting at the Bridal Boutique, it’s a Sunday ahead of late spring, ahead of wedding season and this small shop is bustling with people. Sophie asked me to come along, not quite sure why, but I have nothing better to do on a Sunday afternoon, and like spending time with her, so I willingly oblige.
Sophie looked forward to this day so much. She’d worked hard to make sure it fits perfectly, putting the hours in at the gym was no mean feat. With the largest dressing room to herself, she manages to squeeze into the dress, perfectly.