Kasmiria

 Our wedding was far from perfect. For starters the cake was late being delivered from the bakers, and my older sister, Charlotte, had flown into one hell of a frenzy. Apparently there was an issue with the sandwiches too, but catering really wasn't my thing, so I stayed well clear of it all. Out of the way. My shoes weren't broken in though; for fear of getting them dirty, and this was a problem I could concern myself with. It wouldn't do for the bride to have dirty or scuffed shoes, so instead I did my best to get up the aisle without hobbling too much. I couldn't help but feel my dress didn't quite fit me either, despite all the 'beautiful