Chapter One
The Fish Supper
We all want to believe in a happy ever after, even if it’s someone else’s.
Mavis wanted a wedding like Sheryl’s, except for the secret bit. Mavis wanted everyone to know about her wedding, while Sheryl didn’t tell a soul. In fact, it was only once Sheryl had blogged about her wedding that anyone knew—apart from me.
Mavis, on the other hand, was as public as a celebrity on Big Brother. Within minutes of Lumpy’s proposal, she was on not only the phone but f*******:, i********:, and Twitter, hashtagging selfies like a teenager.
She was so happy it was sickening.
“We have been together six months,” tweeted Mavis. “Barely time to change the sheets and there he was, ring in one hand and bubbly in the other.”
Lumpy had pushed the boat out with a ring the size of
