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Chapters (92)
  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

We shout our goodbyes to my parents and stream onto the front porch where I halt, shocked. Parked in front of my house is a white limo, and lined up in front of it are all my closest friends from high school, college, and even a couple who made the trip from London. They’re all dressed in heinous bridesmaid gowns and sneakers—they make the final lineup from 27 Dresses look like a classy display in comparison. It’s a vengeance of ruffles, of flowered curtain-style prints, of pajama dresses, foil fabrics, and frilly frocks. It looks so horrible I’m starting to believe it’s brilliant.

I jump the few steps down the porch and run across the garden to greet everyone. It takes a few minutes before Kassandra herds us into the car where I keep going with the catching up—with the added perk of champagne and the soundtrack from Sixteen Candles playing in the background. The eighties songs actually go really well with our dresses.

The journey to our destination takes about half an hour, and when the car stops my friends and I swoop out in a rush of colored tulle. We’re standing on dry grass in front of a massive barn. The building’s standing on the side of what looks like a larger roving amusement park. When we exit the limo, the driver leaves to go park somewhere, and I spot a guy dressed in military gear and boots heading our way.

“Ladies, welcome,” he greets us with a slight Southern lilt. “Please follow me.”

He beckons us into the barn. Inside, we form an orderly line. We’re surrounded by racks of military green rifles—plastic I assume, or hope at least—white working jumpsuits, and plastic goggles.

“Good morning, ladies, and welcome to Paintball Wars Game Center. Rules are simple,” military guy tells us without preambles. “On the field, you must wear your goggles at all times, no exception.”

He hands us each a plastic mask.

“Paintball Wars?” I mouth to Amelia.

This is brilliant, and finally, the dresses make sense. We’re going to take revenge on the bridesmaid dresses from hell and splatter them in paint.

“These are your weapons,” military guy continues. “You unlock them like this.” He shows us how to remove the barrel plug. “You aim and pull the trigger to shoot. No blind shooting’s allowed at any time. You have a bag of ammo each. You load them here.” He shows us where to insert the paint balls. “If you’re hit, you’re dead. Plug your barrel and move off the field. All right, that’s all, ladies. Go have fun.”