It’s the biggest honour a woman can bestow on her girlfriend – to be Head Bridesmaid. But what happens when you’re the best supporting actress but your leading man doesn’t even get an invite?
When you’re asked to step in to the Maid of Honour role you feel a surge of excitement, entitlement, responsibility and absolute superiority. You’re not just a guest, or a bridesmaid handing out pamphlets of the order of service. You are the bride’s right hand woman, the Kath to her Kim and the holder of her dress when she needs to pee.
There is no other role like the Maid of Honour. You get to stand up next to the bride, your best friend and peer down at the other guests. You get to look radiant (without stealing the show) standing next to the bride. And your partner gets ALL the bragging rights.
If he’s invited that is.
You see, I had this great role bestowed upon me – for a wedding coming up in March. I was gifted with the title – Maid of Honour late last year. And since accepting the title I have done everything to help make this day the most incredible one the bride has ever had.
For the last 6 months I have devoted my life to her. I have spoken about dresses and trawled the shops with her until we found the perfect fit. I searched online to help find the bridemaid’s dresses, I organised the perfect hen’s day and made beautiful invitations for it. And I helped craft her invites for the actual wedding day.
I waited for mine in anticipation.
It came – two came in fact. One for my whole family and then another for me (and my partner I thought), but as I ripped open the envelope I saw one measly name on the card that I held in my hand. It simply read: Ashley Morris.