There is no sense and no justice to the fact that while this writer got to hug her parents on her wedding day, another the same age will never get that privilege.
Stephanie Scott went shopping for wedding supplies on Sunday.
The brunette dropped into Griffith to buy cufflinks in preparation for the big day, and also picked up some new bathers for her planned honeymoon in Tahiti.
The English and Drama teacher then drove to her workplace to hand over to a teacher who’d be covering for her during her time off — ensuring everything was in order for the start of her married life, which she was openly ecstatic about.
Like many brides-to-be, 26-year-old Steph was counting down the time until her wedding– commenting on Facebook that it was “not long now” and texting her sister to say she was “so freakin excited”.
On her hens’ day wine tour last month, the Leeton High School teacher looked relaxed, bearing a goofy grin alongside the veil-and-sash combo typically donned by Australian brides-to-be across the country.
It’s the classic bachelorette-party combo I wore myself just weeks ago — because Stephanie Scott was my age, and we were planning weddings within weeks of each other.
We’d both crafted our own decor for our respective receptions; Steph painted names of guests on flower pots for the table settings and designed her own black and bronze invitations, as her sister told the Daily Mail.
We’d both spent the last 12 months planning big country ceremonies and receptions; hers was to start fewer than 48 hours from now, with a gathering of about 100 people at a function centre in Eugowra, NSW.