Excerpt
"CALLING ALL THE single ladies."
Charlotte McCorrson stood nestled at the back of the reception centre, semi-hidden behind a burgundy-and-white, balloon topiary tree.
Great. Bouquet throwing time, just what I need. For every man in the room to know I'm still single.
When Beth invited her to the wedding she was over the moon, after all, they'd been good friends since Clair and her family moved to Ashton Point three years ago. What she hadn't planned on was still being single by the time the wedding rolled around.
They may as well take out a front-page ad in the Ashton Point Chronicle. She could see it now. "Ashton Point master cupcake baker extraordinaire struggles to snag herself a husband. Could she be lacking that special ingredient all men are looking for? What is wrong with the redheaded beauty?" She'd been over the moon when Beth and Lincoln asked CC's Simply Cupcakes to design a wedding cake, based around Charlotte's award-winning cupcake designs.
"Charlotte? What are you doing back here?" A petite voice spoke from behind.
She spun, her breath catching as her gaze landed on a vision in white. Decked out in a satin Karen Willis Holmes, floor-length, empire dress with embroidered tulle overlay, Beth was a vison of an angel. There had barely been a dry eye in the church as she walked down the aisle to her handsome prince. The fairy-tale wedding every bride dreams of.
Charlotte stiffened as Beth threw her arms around her neck and squeezed. "I never got a chance to properly thank you for the wonderful cupcake display you made. It was truly the cake of my dreams. I'm so glad you were able to share my special day with me. It wouldn't have been the same without you and Clair here," she said with a beaming smile.
"You're welcome, I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I'm so happy you liked it," Charlotte said in a muffled voice. Her mouth was half covered by blonde ruffles of hair, leaving the metallic taste of hairspray on her tongue.
Beth pulled back and their gazes held strong. "Liked it? Are you serious? I loved it." A bolt of electric energy ran up Charlotte's spine. She cherished the buzz she got from seeing the joy her cupcakes brought others. "And if anyone thinks they're taking the leftovers home tonight, they have another thing coming. That's all I'll be eating 'til we leave for our honeymoon next week."
Both ladies burst into laughter. Beth's happiness was starting to rub off on Charlotte.
"Didn't you hear the MC? You need to get to the dance floor. I'm about to throw the bouquet."
Charlotte cringed at the thought. "No, no, it's fine. I'm really okay sitting back and letting someone else take the limelight." She had planned on falling madly in love with the man of her dreams by the wedding.
I guess life doesn't always go to plan.
A sliver of disappointment marred Beth's expression. "I can't believe what I'm hearing. Your grandma would be turning in her grave if she knew you were skipping the bouquet toss. You know how she loved tradition."
Warmth filled Charlotte's heart. Her grandmother treasured her independence. She was the reason they'd moved to Ashton Point in the first place.
She shook her head. "I'm happy watching from the sidelines, besides, a mosh pit of single women jumping around like clucking chickens, all vying for their piece of the elusive dream isn't really my idea of fun."
"Now, that's something I'd like to see." A gruff voice echoed in her ear.
"Excuse me?" Charlotte said, spinning to see Lincoln's best man grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"A mosh pit of single women jumping around like clucking chickens," he said with a cheeky grin. "Definitely something I'd pay money to see."
Beth sighed, rolled her eyes and play-punched him in the shoulder. "Give it a rest, Liam."
Liam… Mmmm. Why is it that all men named Liam are gorgeous? Liam Hemsworth, Liam Neeson.