I should have seen it coming really: that the bride who fell out with her future husband over which lettuce to have in the salad at their wedding might have an opinion on the dress I wear when I pose next to her on the most important day of her life.
Still, I should count myself lucky in the fact I only received a sternly worded WhatsApp to say my royal blue bridesmaid dress that was, apparently, not royal enough. At least she didn’t ask me to run every haircut and colour past her for the last year, or to “lose a cheeky pound or two” by August, as one friend was politely asked to do before her big day as bridesmaid number 10.
