BOOK SEVEN: LONDON

No, no, no, no, no.

This can't be real; this has to be some sort of sick joke. Surely.

There is no way in hell I got so drunk, and then got hitched to my brother's best friend.

On the night of my brother's wedding.

It's way too made up, not even my worst enemy would wish this on me. I'm a wedding planner, I pride myself on creating the best weddings and here I am sitting with a cheap gold band from god knows where. And to think it ...