Spring's arrival sets off a secret ritual for the unmarried woman: vowing never to be that bride.
'C hartreuse strapless chiffon," sighed one friend. "And dyed-to-match shoes that turned my feet green for a week." Six of us -- with 10 summers' worth of weddings beneath our crinolines -- were swapping bridesmaid war stories over dinner. As the night grew darker, tales emerged of bridesmaids spending hundreds on a magenta gown, only to have the bride decide ... (Full article: 739 words)
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