Ruthless Awakening
As the train from London crossed the Tamar, Rhianna felt the butterflies in her stomach turn into sick, churning panic.
I shouldn't be doing this, she thought desperately. I have no right to go to this wedding. To stand in Polkernick Church, watching as Carrie gets married to Simon. I should have kept away. I knew it before the invitation came. And even before it was made forcefully clear to me that I wouldn't be welcome. That I should keep my distance.
So how can I be on this train—making this journey?
Ever since the engagement had been announced she'd been dreading the arrival of the elegantly embossed card, and had already drafted her polite letter of regret with the same excuse— the shooting schedule on the next series—that she'd previously used to get out of being a bridesmaid.
And then Carrie had phoned unexpectedly to say she was coming to London trousseau-shopping, and would Rhianna meet her for a girls' lunch?
'You must come, darling.' Her voice had been eager, laughing. 'Because it might just be the last one now that Simon's got this job in Cape Town. Heaven knows when we'll be back in the UK.'
'Cape Town?' Rhianna had heard the sharp ... read full excerpt from: Ruthless Awakening ebook
