Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Part One
- From the Website of Dearly Beloveds and Betrotheds
- Chapter 1The Call
- Chapter 2The Call
- Chapter 3The Reveal
- Chapter 4The Reveal
- Chapter 5The Media Play
- Chapter 6The Dinner
- Chapter 7The Dinner
- Chapter 8The Cab Ride
- Chapter 9The Dress
- Chapter 10The Beginnings of the Middle
- Chapter 11The Dress
- Chapter 12The Favor
- Chapter 13The Engagement Party
- Chapter 14The Engagement Party
- Chapter 15The Visit Prep
- Chapter 16The Appalling Call
- Chapter 17Paltrowed
- Chapter 18Venue Hunting
- Chapter 19The Miracle of La Mariposa
- Chapter 20The Call-Off Call
- Chapter 21The Blow-Off Call
- Chapter 22The Conversation
- Chapter 23The Strategy
- Chapter 24The Parting
- Chapter 25The Pickup
- Chapter 26Cards on the Table
- Part TwoFall
- Chapter 27The One that Got Away
- Chapter 28Operation Butterfly
- Chapter 29Dinner with Timmo
- Chapter 30The Scheme
- Chapter 31The Scheme
- Part ThreeWinter
- Dearly Beloveds and Betrotheds . . .
- Chapter 32The Arrivals
- Chapter 33The Mothers’ Tea
- Chapter 34The Rehearsal Dinner
- Chapter 35The Day Of
- Wedding of the Year
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Lian Dolan
- About the Publisher
Abigail laughed. She did enjoy his stuffy sense of humor, even after all these years. And his command of language. He may not have been the financial superstar spouse that other women possessed, but his manners and charm occasionally won the day.
Her time in California had convinced her of one thing: She had to come clean with George about everything, from her fear about their financial future to the truth about her gig at the senior center, a job that she discovered she loved once she was away from it for a few days. After watching how the Widows connected with one another and how quickly Sarah and Lloyd had bonded, Abigail was inspired to be more open in her relationships. Full disclosure was her new personal motto. Tiny resentments had compounded to create major stumbling blocks in Abigail’s life. But no more! She wanted to make their next few decades a model marriage and vowed to recommit to her George. Balding, bridge-playing George. Maybe she’d even reintroduce the scented candles.
Staring at him now, she even felt a touch of warmth throughout her whole body. How could that be? Spontaneous desire rarely made an appearance these days. Maybe the wine on the plane, she thought. She hoped Sarah would head straight to bed with her heartache and headphones. Maybe she and George could do the same minus the heartache. “Apology accepted.” She gave his thigh a light squeeze while tossing him her sauciest look. He took his eyes off the road for a few seconds to take her in with enthusiasm.
All of a sudden, Alexa popped into her head. Strong, lonely Alexa. Abigail knew in that instant that she wouldn’t trade George for all the independence in the world. (If there was such a metric.) She couldn’t imagine navigating the last third of her time on this earth on her own, and she certainly didn’t want to face her remaining days as a singleton. He wasn’t perfect, but he was hers. She thought back to the conversation she’d had with Alexa in Ming’s living room about schedules and obligations. Sure, she loved it when George went away, but she should have added that she loved when he came home. Or, in this case, when she came home. They might not have known the essence of each other when they married, but they did now.