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  1. First
  2. Love Connection
  3. Zero
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. One Month Later
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Six Months Later
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. Twenty-two
  28. Twenty-three
  29. Twenty-four
  30. Six Months Later
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. I Have Never
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Thirteen
  54. Fourteen
  55. Fifteen
  56. Sixteen
  57. Seventeen
  58. Eighteen
  59. Nineteen
  60. Twenty
  61. Twenty-one
  62. Twenty-two
  63. A Christmas Date
  64. One
  65. Two
  66. Three
  67. Four
  68. Five
  69. Six
  70. Seven
  71. Eight
  72. Nine
  73. Ten
  74. Eleven
  75. Twelve
  76. Thirteen
  77. Fourteen
  78. Fifteen
  79. Sixteen
  80. Seventeen
  81. Eighteen
  82. Nineteen
  83. Twenty
  84. Twenty-one
  85. Twenty-two
  86. Note from the Author
  87. Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
  88. Two
  89. Three
  90. Four
  91. Also by Camilla Isley
  92. About the Author

After the dress fitting, I’m still not free to go rest as I have to drive to the lake with Mrs. Wilder to oversee the final preparations for next week. Jake’s mom has kept me up to date on everything via Skype, but she wants me to approve the last details in person. She still has to give the final okay to the landscape artist for flowers and decorations, to the baker for the wedding cake, and to the guys bringing up the tent she ordered in case it should rain.

Jake’s mom walks me around the property with a document holder in her hands, checking away items on her list as I give her my input.

“Flowers, cake, chairs, wedding gazebo, tent, photographer, tables map… we have everything.” She looks at me. “Of course, I ordered plastic flats for the ladies in case they don’t want to walk on the grass or sand in heels, and shawls should it get cold. We have a delivery of umbrellas coming in, even if the weather forecast’s good. Anything else?”

She looks at me then past my shoulder. I follow her gaze and see a team of Ghostbusters approaching, complete with work jumpsuits and proton packs.

“Who are they?”

“Oh dear, I almost forgot. The disinfestation’s today, we’d better go.”

“Disinfestation?”

“Yes—we don’t want you or the guests fending off mosquitos all night now, do we?”

My chest swells with a wave of gratitude. The last hour has made me appreciate how much pressure Jake’s mom took off my plate in organizing this wedding. I launch myself forward and hug her tight.

“Mrs. Wilder, I can’t begin to say how grateful I am you did all of this for us.”

“Oh hush, dear, it was nothing. And it’s about time you started calling me Susan.”

“Well, Susan. Thank you so much; I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you.”

“Just make my son happy, and perhaps,” she gives me a wicked smile, so similar to Jake’s it freaks me out for a second, “grandkids?”

“I’ll see what we can do.”

“Now let’s go before they disinfest us too.”

Once I get home, I take a quick shower, ask my mom to wake me up for dinner, and collapse on my bed, finally exhausted.

Twenty-six

Stupid, Stupid Ruffles

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Saturday, August 25—London

A tinge of panic pinches my belly as I stare in the mirror at the millionth wedding gown of the day and feel absolutely nothing. No emotion. No tears. No this-is-The-One-Dress feelings. I’m getting increasingly frustrated with every wrong dress. And positively homicidal toward the shop assistant, who I overheard call me one of the difficult ones.