256 pages, 4.37 × 7.01 × 0.04 in
October 14, 2008
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 he
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 trepidation.
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.