CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
A week later and my house was filled with my girlfriends, buzzing around helping me get dressed, doing my hair and make-up. Anybody would have thought it was my wedding day, certainly not just a simple date.
Okay, so perhaps it wasn't just a simple date. It was possibly THE date of my entire life. If Luigi was the real Fred, then... then... what? I cringed for about the 100,000th time that day and took a deep breath. What was I doing? Why had I let it get this far? Why couldn't I just have forgotten about him when I was a kid? Like he had forgotten about me?
'Breathe, Kate, just breathe,' said Zara calmly as she brushed my hair.
'I'm trying.'
Jo handed me a cup of sweet tea to calm my nerves and then sat down beside me, just as the phone rang. Leaning forward onto m
