in the Californian hotel...
Wedding alarm from the early morning...
Firstly
masseurs then stylists, relatives, mum and grandmother showing too importunate care.Sometime late Avril, it was just she, having got rid of the relatives in a pair of minutes, she examined herself in a mirror : a modest make- up, blond curles, a dress of colour of ivory from Vera Vong, a long loop made of organza, a veil.
Yes, ... nobody would recornize in this bride the former Avril, the girl-punk, who throw like a rocket to the tops of the world charts.
Avril smiled to herself, looking into the mirror Shan’t I go to the altar on the skate?