It doesn't match. I furrowed my brows and scowled at the tiny screen of my iPhone 4s. The tie and the dress didn't match. The tie was too gold, much too gold, and the dress was more of a beige-y, light orange-y champagne. I was in such a predicament. Damn it, damn it, damn it damn it damn it.
Everything had to be perfect. Absolutely perfect. Otherwise all the time spent on planning would go right out the window, and I hated it when that happened. I hated the feeling of not having control. It made me feel so helpless.