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My Perfect Day
Look at that dress. I want it! It’s my wedding after all. The happiest day of my life. I should be able to have it. I should look my best. It’s not like they’re short of a few bucks. I need that dress! I wonder how much they’d charge extra to alter it for me. I know mum could do it, but don’t I deserve to have it done properly. It IS my wedding day. They say you remember it for the rest of your life as the most important day. I don’t want to look like a cheap knock off on the most important day of my life. Dad gave me a budget to come shopping with. Can you believe it? A budget for his little girl to buy a wedding dress. I told him he was mean and that I would order the one that I wanted and hang the price. Sometimes I think that neither of them love me! How can they when they do something like this to me? It’s not like I ask for much. The cake’s only costing $1300 and the marquee’s a cheaper one than I wanted. They got that for $20,000. He got the food for a measly $6000 and then has the cheek to suggest that I might like $10,000 to go out and buy a dress. That was only after Mum had offered me hers. As if I want to have my wedding in a second hand dress that smells of mothballs!! Talk about cheapskates
