Wedding Bubbles: A romantic comedy (Wellywood Series Book 1) Read Free

play. That song is tackier than a box of… well, tacks, in my opinion. But Laura and Kyle begin to move in beautiful synchronisation and I’m quickly swept away in the moment, gazing at them in their newly wed love bubble.
    After a few moments Ben guides me onto the dance floor and we begin to sway slowly to the music. I’m concentrating extremely hard on appearing sober. I decide, after exerting a huge amount of energy for very little return, that perhaps that particular ship has sailed. What the hell , I think. This woman wants to move like Jagger!
    “You doing OK there, soldier?” Ben asks as I bump my head against his shoulder for the third time in as many minutes.
    “Yeah, just a little, I don’t know...”
    “Trashed?” he suggests helpfully, grinning at me.
    I laugh uproariously, throwing my head back. Ben grabs me by the shoulders to steady me before I fall flat on my back.
    “Hey thanks, man,” I say to him earnestly, his hands still on my shoulder. Ben’s always been there to catch me when I fall.
    Quite literally tonight, it would seem.
    He smirks at me, shaking his head. “What are we going to do with you, Jessie? You’ve become a drinking machine lately.”
    I admit reluctantly to myself that he’s right. Drinking too much has become somewhat of a new hobby of mine. I’ve been working on it extremely hard and achieving some excellent results. You could say I excel at it, in fact.
    But I don’t need it pointed out by anyone. Even by a good buddy like Ben.  And especially not tonight.
    I open my mouth to defend myself as Ben’s obscenely beautiful girlfriend, Amber, arrives.
    He immediately releases my shoulders, turns to her and kisses her chastely on the cheek.
    “Hey sweetie,” she purrs. “I’ve missed you.”
    She pulls a little girl pouty face and I instantly feel sick to the stomach. Why do so many women think they need to act like children around men? It’s demeaning, I tell you.
    I know - I’m drunk.
    As the music changes to the rather inappropriate Another One Bites the Dust by Queen, Ben turns to me.
    “Do you mind, Jess?” he asks, gesturing towards Amber, whose Amazonian gorgeousness is attracting the attention of virtually every man in the room.
    “Go for it,” I shrug and move away as quickly as I can before I’m elbowed by the dancers letting loose to the upbeat track.
    It’s then that I spot Brooding Man. He’s leaning up against the bar, laughing and chatting with a group of guests. I realise he no longer looks like he’s brooding, so I might have to rethink the name I’ve given him.
    But I’m enjoying looking at him just too much to concentrate.
    After a while of watching him he looks up and catches my eye and I feel a sudden thrill in the pit of my stomach. I automatically push my chest out and suck my tummy in, throwing him my best seductive ‘ come hither’ smile.
    Like an irresistible magnet we’re drawn to one another across the dance floor. Sadly for me there are several people twirling in my path, a number of whom I stumble into as I utter my apologies. I might be a single woman in her twenties on the prowl, but I was raised to be polite, you know.
    “I’m Jessica,” I say to him breathlessly once we finally reach one another.
    “Yeah, I know,” he replies, smirking from ear to ear. Well he has just seen me give my maid of honour speech, so of course he knows who I am. “I’m Daniel.”
    As I gaze at his lusciousness I wonder if to be a really good maid of honour I have to be an honourable maid? As I gaze at Daniel I’m hoping against all hope that’s not part of the job description.
    “Do you want to dance, Daniel?” I ask from under my lashes, suddenly overpowered by the need to feel his tuxedo-clad body pressed against mine.
    He looks around the room lazily and then turns back to face me. God, he’s sexy.
    “Sure,” he replies nonchalantly as he takes my arm.
    As if by magic the music changes from the upbeat Another One Bites the Dust