a pair of khaki shorts, and some wedge sandals, and the relief

ing outside, I dove into a changing cubicle, and clock

d I looked

in �C mentally as well as physically. With mascara smudged under my eyes and my hair in a state of disarray, with my veil and tiara

f the cubicle, the as

some make up?" I asked, with the distinct knowledge of kno

you! I won't be a moment!" she annou

I hoped she would get some form of a raise in the nea

How I had managed to lug this dress with my size eight frame was beyond me, and I wondered whether that c

ly not. After slipping on the t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, apart from the head region, I already looked better. About five minutes la

g and practically snatching the item

ced when it pulled at some strands. It had been welded into my hair, and it showed how goo

d my up-do. Then using the baby wipes, I wiped the make-up off that was smeared on my face, and I felt better already. The assistant had

ride of Frankenstein that had walked in earlier on. Scooping up the wedding dress and accessories in my arms, I made my way out of the changi

t favour?" I asked, ma

she replied, eye

crazy lady anymore favou

please," I asked, lumping th

o with it?" she asked, nearly being

ed through my bag and pulled out the first thing I found a ten-pound note. "He

ome," she replied, still

as wearing, I felt like me again, and I was ready to f

the time with before boarding my flight. This was the part that I was supposed to have been enjoying

t even think it was the same woman that had come out of the shop. They were probably hoping the other one had been carted off by security and thrown

so I bought myself a good book to read, some nice perfume which I thought could be the scent

as, I could hear a sound coming from my bag it was my mobile phone,

nd one text messages from my parents, trying to find out where I'd run off to. My heart went out

it to get some money back? Then again, how was I

f the poor variety, and they

to happen, I bypassed his pleas to text my mum and dad and tell them I was fine.

n back to me, asking me to let her know when I had landed, and

mess that I had created. Then again, Scott had created the mess, and I had only created the aftermath. It wasn't a one-sided thing. I kn

n the form of getting shut of the house that me and Scott had not long bought together our 'forever home

them back from the money that we had lumped together for a deposit. It was

r wasting my precious time. If I would have been with a man who deserved me, then I would have been married now and living in a lovely house one that I'd had my eye on for ages

st

at he could ruin my getaway. He ruined enough. Shoving my mobile phone back into my bag, it could stay there whilst I dealt with unscrambling everything else that was goi

, it was nearing the time of departure. I was glad to be finally getting on board the plane, because being stuck in an airport on my own wasn't that much fun. There was only so

ysically, mentality, and emotionally drained, and I wanted to sit on the plane

efu