Hen Party

Sunday comes, and Margaret shows me how to cook again. She leaves, and I go back to bed. There is no point in me being awake. I am alone, and everything is planned. Waking up it is Monday. I can’t stay in bed. I know Georgina is coming today. Getting up, I eat and wait, and sure enough, Georgina arrives, but she is carrying my dress and hers.

“Let’s go shopping. We need outfits for the hen night, and you still need your lingerie!” She smiles, dragging me out the door. I find my dress for the hen night quickly in the first shop, and my lingerie in the second shop. Then another fifteen shops later, Georgina finally finds a dress she likes. We spent more of our time shopping for her than for me, which I don’t mind. Today has gone by quickly, walking between the shops. Getting in the car, I start driving home. We go inside, sit down and eat.

“Hen party tomorrow, so early night tonight, and I am staying here.” She smiles, looking far too excited, to be honest. I am not looking forward to i