As told to Ann DeGrey
When Jenna* asked me to be a bridesmaid for her extravagant two-day wedding in France, I was over the moon. We'd been friends since our uni days and while she could be a bit of a diva, she was always a lot of fun.
I was picked up from the airport by one of the other bridesmaids who was lovely – she drove us to Jenna's fiancé Pierre's family "estate" which was just an ordinary farm. The plan was that part one of the wedding was on the farm, and part two in Paris – what could go wrong?!
From the moment I arrived, I realised that Jenna had already morphed into a 'Bridezilla'. "Why didn't you get an earlier flight, you should have been here yesterday?" she said, without even hugging me or saying hello.
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I was put to work immediately. The groom's mother had me in the kitchen with the "hired help" peeling potatoes.
They clearly had no idea how far away Australia is and that I was jetlagged and beyond exhausted. There was zero empathy for me. Also – where were the other bridesmaids? I quickly realised my role was to help the groom's mum prepare for the wedding. I had to help cook food and help with decorations. I was treated as though I was a lowly paid worker.