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

to the slow, schmaltzy Lady in Red by Chris de Burgh. Under normal circumstances I find this song cheesier than a French delicatessen, but as Daniel takes me in his arms I feel like the most desirable woman in the room. I am indeed dressed in red, but the thoughts I’m having about Daniel are certainly not very lady-like.
    “Wow, you’re a really good dancer,” I say to him as he moves me expertly around the dance floor.
    “Well you know what they say about the way a man dances…” he replies with a wicked grin, allowing his words to hang in the air suggestively.
    I’ve sobered up enough now to feel a blush creep up my neck and into my cheeks. He so muscular and firm in my arms and it’s all I can do not to imagine how he’d feel naked, pressed up against me.
    “You’re just back from London?” he asks as we shimmy past Morgan and Dave.
    “Yeah. Just for the wedding. You?”
    “I live here,” he replies before he spins me around. Hmmmm , I think , I’m not quite as sober as I thought , as the room keeps whirling long after my body has stopped.
    “So, umm, how do you know the bride and groom?” I ask, gazing at his mouth, thinking about how much I’d like to kiss it.
    “Me? Oh I met Kyle through work a few years ago. But I’ve known Laura since high school.”
    “You have?” I squeak, feeling miffed that she never set me up with him. He’s so hot and we have such incredible chemistry - we’d clearly be a fantastic match.
    “Yeah,” he replies, smirking at me as the music stops. “Thanks for the dance.”
    “Sure,” I reply uncertainly, narrowing my eyes at him.
    “Catch you later?” he asks.
    Disappointment and confusion flood my body as I watch him walk away, back towards his group of friends.
    “Hey, babe,” Morgan chirps, interrupting my train of thought as she and Dave dance over to me. “Want to join us?”
    Feeling like I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a spoon than be an obvious third wheel in the sea of couples, I reply, “No thanks. You guys have fun. Think I’ll go and get a drink from the bar.”
    “Suit yourself,” she replies as Dave twirls her around and dips her in a surprisingly dapper move. Although Dave’s one of the sweetest guys you’ll ever meet, he’s never been known for his smooth moves.
    I reach the bar and order another glass of bubbles, against my better judgment. A woman about my age dressed in a gorgeous sheer silk shirt and short, sparkly skirt smiles at me.
    “Hi,” I say pleasantly to her. ‘Having fun?”
    “Not as much as you, by the looks of things,” she replies. “I found your maid of honour speech really … entertaining.”
    “Thanks,” I reply, struggling to remember exactly what I’d said. Something about how fantastic the newlyweds are? Yes, that was it. With a joke or two thrown in for good measure.
    “Well I guess you know my name then, but I don’t know yours,” I say to her, proffering my hand.
    “Me? Oh, I’m Leona.”
    I shake her extended hand. “Hi Leona. Nice to meet you. I love your outfit.”
    “Thanks,” she replies happily. “Yours too.”
    We stand in companionable silence for a few moments, observing the dancers on the floor, sipping our respective drinks.
    “So which one do you know? Bride or groom?” I ask.
    “Both, really. Through my husband.”
    “Oh? Who’s your husband?” I ask as I take another sip of my champagne.
    “That’d be me,” a voice says behind me. I turn to greet Leona’s husband and come face to face with Brooding Man himself, Daniel.
    My heart drops to my stomach as I watch him slink a protective arm around Leona’s waist. There goes my fantasy of meeting my future husband tonight.
    “So I see you’ve met my wife, Jess. This is Leona,” he says to me. “Leona Ostenberg .”
    Through my inebriated fog I sense a distant penny drop with a clunk onto the cold, hard floor.
    Leona Ostenberg. Married to Daniel. Daniel Ostenberg…. Dan…
    Oh God.
    I swallow, regarding the couple in