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I wrote a book about a girl who just didn’t get it…… still sorting out some final adjustments, but here are the first few paragraphs.

Be Careful What You Wish for

Chapter 1 / Grants Wedding

Standing in the church at Grant’s wedding, I was listening to Grant and Julie saying their vows to each other and I was actually trembling. I kept thinking… What am I doing here? Why did I come? What am I, some kind of masochist? Then my mother leaned over and whispered, “Don’t worry, Danielle. One day, you’ll find someone just like him”. She was the only person who could say that to me, on this day. Didn’t she realise, that was not what I wanted to hear? I didn’t want someone just like him: I wanted him! Yet all that wanting did me no good at all, did it?

There he stood at the altar, looking far too gorgeous. Next to him was his fiancée, soon-to-be wife ­ who, I must tell you, looked like a stick insect. Put it this way: if a big gust of wind came along it would blow her away. If that was the sort of girl he fell for, with her perfect hair and perfect body, what chance had I ever had? She was the exact opposite to me. She had the obvious long blond shiny hair, anorexic body and very long although shapely legs, and she was at least five foot nine, whereas me ­ well, do I have to tell you? All right, all right ­ I am five foot four, on a good day, with medium length darkish hair and, although I wouldn’t say I was fat, I don’t think you could ever call me skinny. Not that I haven’t tried, I can tell you ­ but that’s another story.

The only reason I went to this wedding was my best friend Simone. We had known each other all our lives; even our parents had become great friends over the years. It would have looked very suspicious if I hadn’t turned up to her brother’s wedding, I had gone to every other special occasion in the family. I did try at first to say that I had work commitments that day, but they all said ­ quite rightly ­ that I had plenty of time to make other arrangements. Great, I thought. Okay, I can handle it; anyway, it’s not as if I hadn’t known this day would come. It was just much more difficult than I had imagined. I didn’t think that she, Julie, would look so ­ can I say it? ­ angelic, and… Grant! I had never in my life seen him looking so sexy (actually I had, but he was looking longingly into my eyes at the time).

My Sister Sam and her husband Ritchie warned me about coming; they said I really should try to get out of it. Sam didn’t think I would be able to handle it, after all I had been through. Ritchie said I’d get drunk and make a fool of myself (charming!). They also didn’t know whether they could handle another instalment of the Grant saga themselves; as two of my many mentors, they knew most of the story already.

I had to come to terms with this situation somehow, I had to close the chapter once and for all. I decided what better remedy but to come to his wedding: you have to be cruel to be kind, isn’t that the saying. Well, this was cruel and this would make me finally understand that I have lost him. I couldn’t wait for the reception so that I could get a glass of wine inside me. If I didn’t feel a bit better after that then maybe I would be able to make my excuses and leave early.

Thats all for now, what do you think?