The Art of French Kissing
Chapter One
Our wedding was supposed to be in September.
I'd already been to my final dress fitting. I'd chosen my
bridesmaids, picked out my flowers, and booked a caterer. The
invitations were printed up and all ready to be mailed. We'd chosen
a band. We'd talked about what we would name the kids we'd have
someday. I'd filled pages and pages with scribbles: Mr. and Mrs.
Brett Landstrom. Brett and Emma Landstrom. Brett Landstrom and his
wife, Emma Sullivan-Landstrom. The Landstroms. I could already
envision the future we'd have together.
And then one day, it all fell apart.
It was a hot, muggy Tuesday evening in April, and I'd left work at
three so that I could make a special dinner for Brett to celebrate
our one-year anniversary of moving in together. I cleaned off our
patio table, bought fresh flowers, ... read full excerpt from The Art of French Kissing ebook
