No, this is nothing to do with Abba, but it was such a weird and vivid dream, I thought I’d write a piece of fiction about it.
She had always loved this dress. It was pale lilac with chiffon layers, trimmed with lace and imprinted with roses. It had a square neckline, fitted bodice and the hem came just below her knees.
It suited her slim elegant figure and was perfect for her friend’s wedding.
She admitted she was a little disappointed not to be asked to be Matron or Maid of Honour but that duty had gone to her friend’s sister, a frumpish thirty five year old who would not upstage the bride.
The three other bridesmaids were all several sizes bigger than her friend so she wondered, somewhat unkindly, if that was the reason she had not been asked. They had been friends since High School, and always…
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