The first stop: an independent wedding dress company located in a loft-style space with posh candles burning and a long rail of silky gowns. “Gosh, none of them are white anymore, are they?” my mother said, observing the ivory colours.
I thought it was a Yellow Pages being delivered and then I remembered it wasn’t 1993. Turns out, the thud on my doormat was a very thick wedding invitation. “Third time lucky,” said the swooping blue calligraphy on the back of