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Exclusive Extract!
As part of the blog tour for 'Four Weddings and a Fiasco' I have an exclusive extract to share with all of you. Catherine Ferguson has written a brilliant short story featuring the main character Katy Peacock, set before the novel starts. Each blog tour stop includes part of the story, and I've got part 8 ready to go below!
ONE BRIDE AND A BOMBSHELL
8
Next morning, I was up with the lark. The sun was shining. A perfect June day for a wedding.
I sensed Camilla would be hot on punctuality, so Dad dropped me at the wedding venue – the Greshingham Hall Hotel – a full twenty minutes before I was due to meet her there.
Camilla, in a lilac dress and jacket, looked surprised to find me waiting. She’d already been up to the bride’s room to take the ‘getting dressed’ shots, which she’d said she didn’t need me for as it tended to be quite an intimate occasion.
She looked me up and down and seemed to approve of my summery flower-sprigged shift dress and low-heeled sandals.
I breathed a sigh of relief. It had taken me ages to decide what to wear. But so far, so good...
‘Right, I need to make a phone call,’ she said. ‘Go and check out the room where the ceremony will be and I’ll join you there.’
I nodded, eager to get started.
‘Oh, by the way, I think you might know the bride.’ Camilla looked down her long nose at me. ‘She went to the local school and I noticed from your CV that so did you.’
‘Oh. Gosh. Right,’ I said politely, thinking it was unlikely. It was a big school...
Camilla was flicking back through her photos. ‘I took her engagement shots. Here we are.’
I leaned in to look at the photo she showed me.
It was the profile of a woman with sleek blonde hair, elegantly curled into a chignon, smiling into the camera.
I stared.
I had a feeling I knew her. She definitely looked familiar, although I couldn’t quite place her.
According to the notes Camilla had given me, she was called Keesha. But the name didn’t mean anything.
Then my heart gave a huge thump. My God, it couldn’t be. Could it?
I peered closer.
Bloody hell, it was!
Keesha Dixon. Known to all at school (even a few of the teachers) as ‘Crusher’ because she had a penchant for wrestling weaklings like me to the ground and sitting on them.
I swallowed hard, feeling slightly sick. ‘Yes, I do know her,’ I said, surprised by the strength of my reaction, all these years later, to a simple photo.
She nodded. ‘Stunning girl. And she’s done so well for herself. Jonathan, her husband-to-be, is a real catch. He’s a commercial airline pilot.’
I nodded and forced a smile.
I almost hadn’t recognised Keesha. I couldn’t believe the transformation from horrible bully to sleek blonde bombshell. Smiling out of that photo, she looked like butter wouldn’t melt.
Ha, I knew the truth!
But that was ridiculous, I thought a second later. Crusher was probably totally different now she was all grown-up...
Be sure to visit the other blogs that are part of the blog tour to read the rest of this short story by Catherine Ferguson!
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