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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

The makeup artist is late, and she squabbles with the hair stylist. But they manage to get Kassandra, Amelia—who arrived at my house at some point during the morning—my mom, and I ready in time. At noon, we eat cold sandwiches, and half an hour later, a car’s here to pick us up. I clamber in the back with my mom and Kassandra, and Amelia hands us my wedding gown that we lay across our laps to minimize wrinkles. Dylan should come to pick up Amelia shortly and bring along the hair stylist and makeup artist for on-site retouches. My dad climbs in the front seat and, at last, we’re ready to go. The driver starts the engine and the car flings forward into London’s traffic. I barely have time to wonder how long the journey will take when we’re back. Kassandra forgot her clutch. We’re not exactly late, but I’m getting anxious. Luckily, we reach Fulham Palace with time to spare before the ceremony, and all I have left to do is slip into my white dress and wait for the guests to arrive.

My mom pulls up the zipper of my wedding gown and flashes me a proud smile in the mirror. Her eyes glistening with unshed tears, she makes me emotional too.

“You look perfect.” She squeezes my shoulders gently. “I’m going to give you a minute.”

“Thanks, Mom.” I squeeze her hand in return before she exits the dressing room I’ve been given to get changed in.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, trying to decide how I feel. I feel like the last six months have rolled me over. Since Richard proposed, it’s as if my life’s slipped out of my hands. Decisions have been made, venues, dresses, meal courses have been chosen, and I let it all flow past me. As if it wasn’t my life that was being decided; as if it wasn’t my wedding. But I can’t escape the fact that this is my wedding day. That today I’m pledging to love one man, and one man only, for the rest of my life. Looking at myself in my white dress, I think of a man other than my fiancé.

I moved across the world to forget him. I burned all memories of him. I’ve refused to even voice his name for months now. But he always finds his way back into my heart. Is this how Jake felt on his wedding day? As if he was saying his final goodbye to me at that moment? I doubt he spared me a thought.

Amelia bursts into the dressing room and stops as she spots me. “You look… oh gosh, I don’t have the words. I’m going to cry.”

“That makes two of us,” I sob.