Back Before You Say I Do
Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by Clare Lydon
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Epilogue
  38. Would You Write Me A Review?
  39. Acknowledgments
  40. 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.”