A sweet funny read
She's been jilted and now, all her careful planning is out the window.
Here's an excerpt, and Amazon buy links follow! Enjoy!
She leant against the
bench, facing the lounge and, of course, just off to the right, the door to her
bedroom.
The last place she wanted
to go into was her bedroom.
She set her glass in the
sink, then took her watering can off the shelf.
She filled it with water
and did the rounds of the flat, watering her plants.
They were well-tended and
she loved them. Loved watching them grow and flourish and if they produced stem
flowers, she loved arranging them in vases. In fact, right now, there was a
lovely arrangement in her bedroom. She inhaled sharply, put the watering can
back, and studied the door.
She was going to have to
go in there some time and face up to it.
She massaged the spot on
her forehead that had not yet turned into a full-blown ache and half-heartedly
wished it would take root. Then she could take some painkillers to make her
drowsy and have it go away altogether. But it always felt wimpy to pop a few
just because you felt a bit ‘off.’
She was made of sterner
stuff than that.
She dragged her gaze away
from her bedroom door, onto her sofa and she brightened. Of course. She
could sleep on that for the night. She’d fallen asleep on it a few times in the
year since she’d splurged on it, so why not?
The idea held promise and she mulled it over. There were huge cushions
decorating it, and several blankets scattered along the back. Heck, she
wouldn’t even need a pillow—
Grow up, Theodora. You
are not going to spend the night on the sofa.
She eyed her bedroom,
clenched her fists, strode over to the door and pushed it open.
Then she stepped inside.
Her gaze zeroed in on the
offending item, lying in an undignified mess, on her un-made bed.
Yesterday it had been in
its protective covering, hanging carefully on the outer door of the closet
where it had been ever since she’d picked it up from the designer.
Yesterday morning, she
had admired the off-white dress with the bateau neck and simple lines, and
marvelled yet again that she had found the perfect dress at a designer’s
boutique in Notting Hill.
There were adjustments to
be made, of course, but it had been worth it. The designer had stressed the
dress could be shortened to cocktail length and look stunning without being
bridal, but Teddy had dismissed that idea.
Why have a dress for a
special day and then ruin it, when you could wear it again to renew vows or
celebrate an anniversary?
Why butcher a perfectly
wonderful and expensive gown?
The dress, now in a mess
on her bed, seemed to shimmer in front of her.
That’s a remnant now. She put her hand to her
head as a wave of dizziness swept through her. That is just a remnant of my
life.
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