Semua Bab THE FAT BRIDE HE NEVER WANTED : Bab 1 - Bab 5

Naomi's POV My name is Naomi Bridges and I am twenty-six years old and I have made some questionable decisions in my life. There was the time I dyed my hair red and it came out the color of a traffic cone. There was the time I quit my stable accounting job to freelance and ate instant noodles for three months straight. There was the time I lent my entire savings to my cousin who was going to "definitely pay me back." But standing in the bridal suite of Saint Bridget's Cathedral, still wearing a pinned dress that was slowly losing the battle against my hips, having just legally married a man whose last name I didn't even know... This one might be the worst. I pulled the veil off my head and finally got a proper look at myself in the mirror. Flushed cheeks. Smudged liner. Hair that had given up halfway through the ceremony. The dress was beautiful, honestly, all ivory lace and sweeping fabric but it had been made for someone leaner and the pins at the back were the only reason I h

Naomi's POV I didn't sleep. Not properly anyway. I lay on top of the covers fully dressed, staring at the ceiling with the photograph on my chest and my brain running in seventeen directions at once like it had consumed too much coffee and lost the brakes. My mother. Grace Bridges. Dead four years now, quietly and quickly from a heart condition she'd hidden from me until it was too late to do anything except sit beside her hospital bed and hold her hand while she slipped away. She had never once mentioned the Holts. Not the name, not the house, not the boy with the serious eyes. My mother was warm and funny and occasionally evasive in the way of someone carrying a secret they'd decided was too heavy to pass on. I was starting to understand why. I slid the photograph under my pillow at midnight and told myself I'd deal with it in the morning. Then I stared at the ceiling until morning came and dealt with absolutely nothing. By six-thirty I gave up, washed my face and went downs