" It sounds like I'mnaysaying everything. It's not my intent."What is it this time?" With a hint of frustration perhaps."Another fitting. But then... ...ou know... General bride last minutethings." She sounds like a total Bridezilla." It's not all facetious."She's not!" A leap to her defense comes naturally. "She's just abride. We all go a bit nuts when it gets close." And how would you know?" he accuses, but not aggressively."Instinct!" I retort. "I was your bride once. Sort of. Even if justin. ’ Infuriatingly she rang off leaving me with the quandary of one room or two. I mulled on this for a while and decided to give her the option when we got there and to book two rooms – after all, I should not be presumptuous and anyway I had no idea what hoteliers in ‘darkest’ Cornwall might make of two women sharing a room. I got a text message. ‘One you ass.’ So much for my decision making powers. That had all taken place on the Wednesday. I found us a lovely little hotel that even said ‘gay. We were both employed by the same company which is where we met, but I was now working from home. At first, it was really good; my job was checking figures online before they were posted onto the company's ledgers.However, after a few months, Peter began having nights away from home, citing company business. I had no reason to think otherwise. One evening I received a phone call from my good friend Susan Hays who worked in the same office as Peter.The company had taken on an office junior by. They packed up their equipment and drove to Marsh’s Landing for a late meal. Many of their friends had gone ahead and saved a table for them. ‘That show was incredible!’ praised Billy’s father when he came out to speak to everyone. ‘I can’t thank all of you enough. Business has been booming all week, and the benefit was the best party anyone in this town’s ever seen. Your money’s no good here. Order whatever you want, compliments of the house. That goes for all of you. I may ask for a.