I hate being "looked at."
I'm not fond of being the center of attention.
I get embarrassed easily and subsequently, my face gets really, really red.
Exhibit A: During the shower luncheon today at work, my boss quieted down the whole room to announce that we would be cutting the cake, and I immediately wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
For next weekend? I am soooo screwed.
There is nothing I'm looking forward to more than having the doors open up at the back of the church with me, the bride(!!), standing behind them, ready to walk down to my groom. But you know what? There is also nothing I'm dreading more.
Today, when I sat back down, one of my coworkers said, "Heather, you are in so much trouble! Your face just turned like four shades of red! You do know people are going to be watching you at your wedding, right? You're the bride!"
Yeah, well... that's just great. And true. So true.
Just call me "the blushing bride."