Good Greek Girls Don't Read Free

another table, but my dear, dear cousin has other ideas. This is pure magic. I couldn’t have planned this better myself. She pulls out a chair and sits beside me, ready to have a deep and meaningful. ‘Desi, I thought you were coming with Denny.’ I don’t have time to answer before Helen opens her gossip-loving trap.
    â€˜He’s joined the ranks of those permanently scarred by the great Desi Delagiannis.’
    â€˜Thanks, Helen, couldn’t have put it better myself. Nah, didn’t work out.’ Once again, definitely not going into details.
    â€˜That’s such a pity.’
    Why is this self-centred pig bombarding me with pity? I do not need pity simply because I’m single. I choose to be single.
    â€˜You know the longer you leave it, the fussier you will become, and you’ll never meet the right guy for you at those bars you love to haunt.’
    Bingo! My chance to pounce has arisen. She’s totally set this up for me. Pure magic.
    â€˜You know, Soph, you’d be surprised at just who you meet at the bars. Just two weeks ago I met a guy out on his buck’s night. Poor guy must have been dreading the wedding because he spent the whole night buying me drinks and trying to get into my pants. Think he was getting married this weekend.’ I pause for effect. Yes, I know it’s a bit evil of me, but it’s revenge for all the horrors this witch has put me through over the years. ‘God, what was the guy’s name? Steve? Stelios? Nah, jeez, I know it started with ‘S’ … I guess that only leaves Spiro! Yeah, that’s it! You know I’m pretty sure he was getting married this weekend. Actually I think it’s on as we speak. I hope the fake number I gave him didn’t completely shatter his faith in his ability to be a cheating husband.’ I see the glances between Sophia and Spiro and I can see the open mouths of everyone within earshot at my table. My work here is done. Bubble burst, the honeymoon is over. They don’t call me the Queen of Revenge for nothing.
    â€˜Come on, Soph.’ The man finally speaks. My God, for a minute I thought his mouth had been welded shut. ‘We’ve got other people to see.’
    Sophia pulls her arm away from Spiro and I hear her hiss, ‘We’ll talk about this later. Of all people you had to crack on to her!’
    At the end of the day I’m kind of glad I came along to my dear cousin’s wedding. It was priceless. Seeing the look on Sophia’s face when she figured out where  I knew her dear hubby from was worth the whole torturous evening. I don’t know who I feel sorrier for, Spiro because Sophia will have him by the short and curlies and he’ll be afraid she’ll do a Lorena Bobbitt if he glances sideways, or Sophia for getting herself into a such a farce of a marriage. The bottom line is, I know (as do most of the people here) that it’s a farce. I found out that her father provided a nice dowry for the newlyweds. A mortgage-free home, a six-week honeymoon in Greece and a nice down payment on a fencing business for the groom to start up when they return. That’s quite a bit of money. I can’t believe that Sophia was so desperate to get married that she was willing to have her father buy her a husband. That’s sad, no matter how you look at it. You’ve got to feel a bit sorry for her, knowing that her husband valued her for the dollars that she could bring him instead of valuing her as a person. I’m so glad I’m single. I would rather be single for the rest of my life than in Sophia’s shoes.

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    Thank God that torture is over. Back home, quick change of clothes and out of here. I know exactly where to find everyone. It was definitely a gift from the heavens that the bride and groom were so desperate to get out of there that by midnight it was all over. Perfect timing, I won’t miss