Format: Trade Paperback
Dimensions: 256 Pages, 6.69 × 4.33 × 0 in
Published: October 14, 2008
Publisher: Simon & Schuster UK
The following ISBNs are associated with this title:
ISBN - 10: 1847390870
ISBN - 13: 9781847390875
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Chapter 1 The Forest of Bowland, Lancashire, Saturday, 24 February My best friend is due to get married in fifty-two minutes and the hotel suite looks like day three on the main field at Glastonbury. The room is strewn with random items of wedding paraphernalia - and I include the bride herself in that category. Grace is still in her dressing-gown, with only half of her make-up done. I, meanwhile, have spent the last ten minutes frantically trying to revive the flowers in her hair after she trapped them in the car door coming back from the hairdresser. I give her curls another generous whirl of spray and throw the empty can onto the four-poster bed. ''You''re sure it''s all secure now, Evie?'' she asks, hurriedly applying her mascara in a huge antique mirror. I''ve used enough hairspray to keep Trevor Sorbie in a comfortable retirement, so am reasonably confident. ''Definitely,'' I say. ''It doesn''t look unnatural though, does it?'' she goes on, picking up a tub of bronzing balls. I tentatively touch her curls. They feel like they''re made of fibre-glass. ''Course not,'' I lie, strategically re-positioning bits of foliage over some of the thirty-odd hairgrips. ''Your flowers are perfect. Your hair''s perfect. Everything''s perfect.'' She looks at me, entirely unconvinced. We''re in the bridal suite at the Inn at Whitewell, in the Forest of Bowland, a piece of countryside so beautiful it inspired Tolkien''s Shire in The Lord of the Rings , and so tranquil that the Queen herse
From the Publisher
With less than an hour to go before her best friend, Grace, is to
walk down the aisle, Evie is attempting to fulfil her most
important bridesmaid role: to deposit the bride at the startline at
the appointed time. But with a bride famed for her chaotic sense of
time, and the bride''s daughter busy mashing Molton Brown into the
expensive hotel carpet, minus underwear, the odds are stacked
against her. . .
At least she has her new ''chicken fillet'' boob-enhancers to make
her feel special. That is, until these are spotted poking over the
top of her dress. So spotted by Jack - the most ruggedly attractive
man Evie has ever laid eyes on.
Evie is twenty-seven; a sparkly, down-to-earth journalist. She has
never been in love and has started to fret that she never will be.
Small wonder, then, that the prospect of being bridesmaid at no
less than three impending weddings is one that fills her with
Things get worse when Evie learns that Jack is her friend
Valentina''s date. Valentina is beautiful, shallow and
self-obsessed. Her dates tend to be mirror-images. Which can mean
only one thing: Jack can''t possibly be as good as he seems. But as
they sit together talking late into the night, Evie finds herself
yearning to believe he''s all real.