Chapter One

If someone had asked me a week ago, I'd have said I wouldn't be caught dead buying bridal magazines. However, the resident expert-my newly married secretary at the University of Sydney-told me it was impossible to plan a wedding without them.

Of course I had managed my own registry wedding without the assistance of any fancy magazines, but then again, look how well that had worked out. A three-month blip of married life to mar my otherwise pristine thirty-two years of singledom.

Ironic that now it was up to me, Theresa Fallon, with a little help from my sisters, Kat and Jenna, to plan the perfect wedding. On two weeks' notice.

No, not mine. My genius IQ didn't prevent me from making mistakes, but I tried my best to never repeat one, so I'd pretty much sworn off men.

It was my baby sister, Merilee, back in Vancouver, B.C., who'd be bridal-marching down the aisle, a march she'd been dreaming of since, at age five, she'd repeatedly propelled Bride Barbie into the arms of tuxedo-clad Ken.

Merilee was marrying Matt, her soul mate since grade two. You'd have thought fifteen years of love and dreams would have resulted in something more organized than a spur-of-the-moment wedding. However, Merilee'd had a rough time of it health-wise this year, then Matt found a last-minute deal on a Mexican Riviera cruise, and the result was that in thirteen days my kid sister was going to have the wedding she'd always dreamed of.

Except that she, who was frantically catching up the university work she'd missed due to illness, didn't have time to make wedding arrangements.

Merilee needed he

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