Make Or Break In Marrakesh

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

Trudy Andrews was an absolute stunner. She had long, wavy, thick blond tresses that tumbled halfway down her back. She rarely wore much make up, yet her skin was radiant and flawless. Her figure would grace any catwalk, and her face belonged on the cover of Vogue.

She had a trusting personality which unfortunately led to her marrying her childhood sweetheart. The relationship she fully expected to last until death parted them had not limped past four years.

Reality had bitten hard. The endless possibilities of youth faded fast when Trudy became a single mother. Nowadays her self-confidence was close to nonexistent

For years now she’d avoided men, devoted all her energies to her children. In those quiet moments, she told herself she led a fulfilled life. It was bullshit. Trudy was lonely. She was ready to get back in the game, she just needed a push.

One evening she was sitting in her local wine bar with her best friend Lucy Daniels.

The girls bore striking similarities in that both were gorgeous with kind hearts; it was in their private lives that differences abounded.

Lucy possessed an abundance of confidence. She had played the field, gone on many dates before settling down with an architect who loved, respected and provided for her. The marriage was solid.

Trudy glanced up as a good-looking stranger walked in.

Lucy smirked.

“What are you smirkin’ about?” Trudy demanded to know.

“I saw that.”

“Huh,” Trudy replied, feigning ignorance. “Saw what?”

Lucy smirked again. They had been friends since they were five years old; she knew Trudy inside out. There was no need for words.

Trudy sighed. She was fooling no one and certainly not the girl who knew her better than anyone.

“Who’d want me with two kids in tow?” she asked.

“You’re beautiful,” Lucy insisted. “You could have any man in this room.”

Trudy glanced again at the stranger.

“It would be nice to meet someone who’s not a complete asshole,” she admitted.

“Yeah,” Lucy agreed. “He’s definitely out there.”

“A man worthy of love?” Trudy elaborated.

“You deserve someone special.”

“You think such a creature exists?” Trudy asked doubtfully.

“Of course!” Lucy opined, optimism practically bursting from every pore. She believed it, why wouldn’t she? She was living it.

Trudy considered the prospect. It seemed unlikely to her.

“They don’t make men like your Seamus anymore,” she decided.

“I disagree!” her friend said. “You just need to lower your expectations.”

They both giggled.