Lyn Scully was a vision in a frosted blue jacquard wedding dress. The bridesmaids' dresses were a similar cut with the bodice matching the fabric of Lyn's dress. A very pretty colour, and a surprising lack of frou from Lyn Scully. All very lovely but the question still remains; what does Paul Robinson want with her? Of course he doesn't actually love her. There has been not nearly enough drama and unrequited chasing as provided by Izzy to stimulate him. Lyn is just his suburban prize, like a nice serviceable mower that says you are serious about your little plot in the cul-de-sac. Paul is an idiot not to know it, but I guess when you've been a party boy all your life you grasp at the mundane for your midlife crisis. My God, all these years I've been missing out on cocktail franks and BBQ aprons with tacky sayings, I must have them and I must have them NOW! To quote the dramatically departed Joe, "Lynnnnnnnie!!"
I wish I could feel sorry for Lyn Scully but I don't. She is marrying a man who set her up to take the fall in a business deal which led her to losing her house. A man who did not care that her child was losing his home. She falls for his excuses and faux vulnerabilities and she is much too old for that. It's embarrassing. She's an idiot for believing him and he's an idiot for saddling himself with her. On the bright side she might actually get a house out of the divorce.
Paul contemplates whether to take the honey or the box..
It would have been nice to see her marry Joe Mangel though. My bet is she would have cruised down the aisle with a touch of tiger print in her bridal train.
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