It's like choosing to hold your wedding during a total eclipse of the sun. Except in this case, you are rendered utterly invisible not by the movement of the heavens but by the far-too-beautiful woman at your side whom you rashly appointed as a bridesmaid.It's bad enough walking up the aisle watching all the heads turn just a fraction after you've passed them.But at the altar itself there is a sudden, ominous chill in the air. An ill wind. Birds take flight, as if sensing a tsunami. You've just handed this temptress your bouquet and, feeling completely outclassed, you now hope the pollen leaves a yellow stain on her pastel-coloured gown, and the thorns draw blood.
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