I Heart New York
Angela’s running from the world’s worst wedding for a new life…Fleeing her cheating boyfriend clutching little more than a crumpled bridesmaid dress, a pair of Louboutins and her passport, Angela jumps on a plane - destination NYC.Holed up in a hotel room, Angela gets a New York makeover from her NBFJenny and a whirlwind tour of the city that never sleeps. Before she knows it, she’s dating two sexy guys and writing about it in her new blog. But it's one thing telling readers about your romantic dilemmas, it's another figuring them out for yourself …Angela has fallen head over heels for the big apple, but does she heart New York more than home?
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LINDSEY KELK
I Heart New York
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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First published in Great Britain by Harper 2009
Copyright © Lindsey Kelk 2009
Cover illustration © Adrian Valencia
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Ebook Edition ISBN: 9780007331604 Version: 2018-8-16
To the people that taught me everything I need to
know: Nana, Granddad, Janice, Phillip and Bobby
And to the people that taught me everything else:
James, Della, Catherine, Beth, Mark and Louise
Contents
Copyright
Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Lindsey Kelk
The aisle looks really, really long.
And my tiara feels so tight.
Can you put weight on around your head? Have I got muffin top on my scalp? And my shoes really hurt. No matter how beautiful or how expensive they might be, the balls of my feet feel as if theyâve been up and down a cheese grater and then dipped in TCP.
I saw Mark standing at the end of the aisle, looking relaxed and happy. Well, I suppose he doesnât have to walk down it in four-inch Christian Louboutins and a fishtail floor-length gown. You canât even see the bloody shoes, Angela, I chide myself. Not even the tip of the toe.
And now my hands feel sweaty. Do I have sweat patches? I tried to sneak a peak under my arms without dislodging anything important from my bouquet.
âAngela? Are you all right?â Louisa frowned at me, a picture of perfection, calm as anything, immaculate make-up and not teetering a touch. And her heels are higher than mine.
âUh-huh,â I replied, as eloquent as ever. Thank God itâs her wedding and not mine. And please God, while Iâm at it, could you not let Mark focus on what a shoddy bridesmaid Iâm turning out to be, just in case it puts him off setting our date. Seriously though, sweat patches would show horribly, the dress is a light coffee colour, specially selected to make me look sick as a dog.
I stumbled down the aisle behind Louisa, with a small smile for my mum and dad, looking appropriately happy whilst acknowledging the solemnity of the occasion. I really hope thatâs how I look, anyway. There is a good chance I look as if I am wondering whether or not Iâve left my hair straighteners on. Shit! What if I have left my hair straighteners on?
Iâm always struck by how short wedding ceremonies are. The months of engagement, hours of planning, a whole weekend for the hen do even, and the lifelong deal was done inside twenty minutes and a couple of hymns. Even the photos took longer than the actual service.
âI canât believe Iâm married!â Louisa breathed. Weâd got to the not-at-all cheesy bride and head bridesmaid smiling by a fountain section. Oh dear. The poses came naturally, weâd been practising them with each other since we were old enough to hang pillowcases off the back of our heads, after all. âAngela, can you believe it?â
âOf course I can,â I said, squeezing her closely to me, ignoring the photographerâs direction. âYou and Tim have been practically married since you were fourteen.â
We switched positions and paused to smile.
Click, flash.
âItâs just unreal, you know?â She flicked a soft blonde curl over her shoulder and patted a stray light brown hair back into my chignon. âItâs really absolutely happened.â
Click, flash.
âWell, get ready,â I said through a pearly smile. âItâll be me and Mark next and youâll be the one in the bridesmaid dress.â
