Every woman’s dream

You've waited years for this day, so everything must be perfect.

All eyes will be on you when you enter that church and make your way towards the altar, where the man whose heart you stole awaits in his finest dress suit. You apply the last touches to your makeup, coral a few errant hairs back into place, allow your lacquered fingernails to trace the laughter lines of your face. So little laughter these last few years - but that is all about to change. Every detail has been planned to your specification: the flowers, the catering, the music, the words that will soon be spoken by the priest in front of a congregation of friends and family who are all supporting players in a fantasy you have entertained since the first time you laid eyes on the man you wanted for your husband. It seems so long ago now, but your perseverance has finally paid off.

It's time.

You lower the veil and descend the staircase, the car purring outside the house waiting to transport you to the rest of your life. You pause in the hallway to check your appearance one last time in the mirror, smiling at how good you look.

But then, black always was your colour.