Meet Clara Morgan (Clara Andrews Series - Book 3) by London Lacey

Author:London, Lacey [London, Lacey]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: SSO Publishing
Published: 2015-07-03T16:00:00+00:00

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As we pull up to the church, I am shocked by the amount of people that are milling around. Considering that they only gave people a week’s notice, there are a hell of a lot guests here. Leaving Oliver to settle the taxi fare, I push open the door and make my way across the courtyard. Spotting Marc talking to an elderly lady with a blue rinse, I give him a little wave. I am about to brave the gravel in my stilettos when a familiar Texan drawl pierces my eardrum.

‘Hey! Clara! Over here!’ Dixie, Dolly and Dallas are stood in the church entrance waving wildly.

Waving back, I have to admit that they look gorgeous. Their matching gingham swing dresses are rather conservative compared to their usual attire. I don’t think that I have ever seen them in something that covers both their ass and their boobs at the same time. Oliver appears by my side and slips his hand in mine as we walk towards them.

‘Hi! You all look great! I love your dresses.’ I give Dolly and Dixie a quick peck on the cheek. As usual, Dallas just waves. I’m getting the feeling that she isn’t the hugging type.

‘Thank you. I thought we would bring a little Texas to London.’ Lifting her dress, Dolly points to her impressive cowboy boots proudly.

‘Wow!’ I raise my eyebrows, unsure of what to say about the unusual combination. ‘Where’s George?’

‘He went to help Janie. There was a mix up with the flowers. Someone sent cerise roses instead of fuchsia roses.’ Dixie rolls her eyes and motions inside the church. ‘She was going crazy in there.’

I bite my lip to prevent a laugh from escaping. For some reason, the idea of Janie tearing her hair out really tickles me. Gentle music starts to flow out of the church as the crowd make their way inside. Taking the hint, we immediately get ourselves in line and join the queue. Once inside, I hear Janie before I see her. Stood at the front next to a nervous looking Marc, I can hear her growling into a mouthpiece. Catching Marc’s eye I slide onto a bench and shoot him the thumbs up sign. In a cream three piece suit with gold cravat he has never looked more Marc. I have to admit that I am pretty relieved at his choice of suit. When they first got engaged, the term metallic tux was thrown around more times than I care to remember.

As the church fills up, I have a quick scan around the room. Apart from Marc’s parents, a couple of work colleagues and the guy from the coffee shop, I don’t really recognise anyone. I do, however, recognize Lianna. Storming down the aisle in a stunning yellow maxi dress, she has a face like thunder. With Dan nowhere to be seen, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why.

Rummaging around in my purse, I dig out my iPhone. There may be a professional photographer clicking away at the altar, but I can’t resist taking some snaps of my own.

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