Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Also by Clare Lydon
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Epilogue
- Would You Write Me A Review?
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Clare Lydon
Abby had to agree. Although, her life these days didn’t often feature things like eating chips out of paper. She could just imagine Marjorie’s face. Come to think of it, she wasn’t sure neat-freak Marcus would cope, either. He’d have a fit about this amount of grease near velvet.
“No, Jordan’s sorted it.”
“Who?”
Abby blushed. “Just someone who’s helping out with the wedding.” She had to tell her mum that Jordan was working for her, but she’d been putting it off. She wasn’t sure how to say it without it sounding like she truly had turned into the sort of people they used to ridicule when she was growing up.
Posh people.
Abby wasn’t posh. She hadn’t forgotten her roots. She was getting a bagpiper. She still enjoyed eating chips out of paper. She was still very much grounded.
“The wedding planner? I thought her name was Lauren?”
Abby ate another chip. Then she put them down. She couldn’t afford to eat too many chips, could she? The wedding was only three weeks away, and she had a dress to get into. Society people to impress. Marcus had told her that morning their wedding was going to feature in the pages of a society magazine.
It was a very different world from where she sat with grease-stained fingers.
“No, that’s right. Lauren is still the wedding planner, and she’s sorting the bigger stuff. But she’s still on Marjorie’s staff. Jordan is someone new that Marcus hired.”
“More staff at the Montgomery household?” Gloria held up her pinkie as she ate another chip. In her smart M&S trousers and shirt, she didn’t look that dissimilar to Marjorie. However, as soon as she opened her mouth, the differences were immense. That, plus Gloria’s proud mop of Scottish red hair.
Abby took a deep breath and looked Mum direct in the eye. “Not quite. Jordan’s come in to be my professional bridesmaid. She’s there to help me out before the wedding, and on the wedding day. Right up to the altar.”
“What do you mean, professional bridesmaid?” Gloria’s furrows deepened.
Abby knew it sounded mad at first. “She’s posing as my bridesmaid so she can be there for all the key events and truly help me out. And she is, believe me. She’s lovely.”