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Chapters (72)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Chapter Forty-Five
  48. Chapter Forty-Six
  49. Chapter Forty-Seven
  50. Chapter Forty-Eight
  51. Chapter Forty-Nine
  52. Chapter Fifty
  53. Chapter Fifty-One
  54. Chapter Fifty-Two
  55. Chapter Fifty-Three
  56. Chapter Fifty-Four
  57. Chapter Fifty-Five
  58. Chapter Fifty-Six
  59. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  60. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  61. Chapter Fifty-Nine
  62. Chapter Sixty
  63. Chapter Sixty-One
  64. Chapter Sixty-Two
  65. Chapter Sixty-Three
  66. Chapter Sixty-Four
  67. Chapter Sixty-Five
  68. Chapter Sixty-Six
  69. Chapter Sixty-Seven
  70. A letter from Jackie
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Jackie Walsh

‘It’s beautiful, Tara. Your mam would have loved it.’ With tears in my eyes I think of Mam. She’s not here. She should be here. My head blurs with emotion when I try to picture her by my side. Mam would not like me to be harbouring any ill feelings towards Rose. Especially now. If she was here she would tell me to forgive her and move on. So I take my hand and put it on top of the hand resting on my shoulder. ‘Thank you, Rose.’

When the fittings are complete and Mrs Beth has all the dresses packed for transportation, we leave the shop and try to put the three of them in the boot of Amy’s little Mini. Unfortunately, there’s no chance they are all going to fit so Emily agrees to drive behind with the bridesmaids’ dresses to my father’s house which is only about a mile away. Rose is silent when the arrangement is made. She hasn’t been at Dad’s house since Mam died but I haven’t the time or the energy to worry about that sort of thing. There’ll be plenty of uncomfortable situations before this wedding is over. I may as well get used to ignoring them.

‘Are we ready?’ I say, jumping into the car beside Amy. Emily is ahead of us with Rose in the passenger seat.

‘Well, that wasn’t too bad,’ Amy says. ‘She was actually quite nice.’

I nod, letting her believe what she wants. But I say nothing. I know Rose. Rose is not nice, shouting at me like she did when Mam was so sick and close to the end. Blaming me for the mess Emily had gotten herself into. Saying it never would have happened if it wasn’t for Huntley Lodge.

Chapter Eight

Dad wasn’t there when we called so we dropped the dresses into the bedroom at the front of the house which my father has decorated especially for the day of my wedding. It’s perfect. Soft white carpet, pale blue walls and three standing mirrors. I don’t know how he got it so right; he must have asked somebody. Maybe a new friend. It’s probably selfish of me but I wish he was dating someone. It would take the pressure off me when I get to Australia to know he’s not on his own. I’m pretty sure Mam would want it too. She’d want him to be happy and to move on with his life. He was always so good to her. So good to me.