Felicity Bell took a rather large sip of her champagne, slipped off her uncomfortable high heels and flopped back in her seat. All around people were dancing, drinking and laughing, but Flick simply wanted to go home. She was happy that her friends Emma and Patrick had finally tied the knot, but all the dressing up, trailing around the city for photos and then dancing the night away had been exhausting.
When were the jubilant bride and groom going to leave anyway? It was almost midnight—didn’t they want to jump into the limo, head to their flash hotel in the city and make mad passionate love all night long like newlyweds were supposed to? Someone really ought to give them the memo…















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