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Benjamin Livingston.
    It’s not that I was ugly – I knew that. It was just that when I looked in the mirror I didn’t see anything particularly special. I saw a plain face, with the exception of the high cheekbones Mom gave me and my dad’s unusual golden eyes. I saw flabby arms. I hated those flabby arms of mine. At five seven I wasn’t short, but I wasn’t tall enough for my height to carry my ever-widening hips, pretty huge ass, and little rounded stomach. Thankfully I didn’t have a thick waist, but you couldn’t tell that to the little pouch on my lower belly that refused to be flat.
    After losing my mother to cancer, I knew and Ibelieved that having a healthy body was far more important than having a skinny, fashion-friendly one. I knew that.
    I knew that
.
    Yet somehow I still didn’t feel sexy or attractive. It was more than frustrating – it was painful – to
know
what was right but
feel
what was wrong.
    Saddened that I, a smart, semi-funny, nutty, loyal, good woman, could feel so negative about myself under all the smiling and humor, I felt the sting of tears in my eyes. The way I felt about my physical appearance was
bad
. Really freakin’ bad.
    My fists clenched at my sides as I stared at my average figure.
    I was so taking up Pilates in the morning.
    The smell of dinner wafting into the room was causing overproduction of saliva under my tongue. After three days of cutting out food that was bad for me and painfully enduring a Pilates instructional DVD, I was more than ready to chow down on Elodie Nichols’s hearty Sunday roast.
    ‘I swear to God I’m going to gnaw off a finger,’ I muttered, examining my hand.
    ‘Pardon?’ Ellie asked absentmindedly as she looked at photographs of the flower arrangements Braden and Joss had chosen for their wedding. The arrangements had been selected months ago, as was everything else. After a disastrous start with Ellie as wedding planner(not because she couldn’t do it, but because she and Joss had such different tastes), Braden had taken over organizing the wedding and Joss had helped with the decision making.
    ‘Why are you staring at those photos? Again?’
    ‘I would have gone with roses.’
    ‘Well, I went with lilies,’ Joss butted in from across the room where she was sitting on the arm of the chair where Braden was relaxing. He was talking about something with Adam. Clark was in the other armchair by the television, somehow managing to grade papers among all our chatter. His son, Declan, a twelve-and-a-half-year-old computer geek, was huddled on the floor with Cole, playing a Nintendo DS, while Mick and Cam sat on the other end of the sofa that Ellie and I were on. Jo had disappeared upstairs with Ellie’s sixteen-year-old half sister, Hannah. They were really close and tended to disappear to Hannah’s room for a chat before dinner.
    Ellie smiled at Joss. ‘They’re still really pretty. I’ll just go with roses in my wedding.’
    ‘Do you like roses, Adam?’ Joss asked, grinning mischievously at Ellie.
    Adam blinked as he was drawn out of his discussion with Braden. ‘Sorry?’
    ‘Roses? For your wedding? Ellie wants them.’
    ‘Ellie can have what she wants.’
    Looking a little nonplussed, Joss asked, ‘You don’t have a say in it?’
    He frowned. ‘Nope. My only job is to turn up and say “I do.” ’
    Joss made a face at Braden, who looked as though he was trying really hard not to laugh. ‘How come Adam gets the job I wanted in
our
wedding?’
    Braden’s mouth twitched. ‘You could have had that job. I did offer to do everything myself.’
    ‘But …’ She glanced from him to Ellie to Adam. ‘There was definite emotional manipulation involved. Ellie’s not doing that to Adam.’
    Now Braden was laughing. ‘What emotional manipulation? I do believe I said something along the lines of “Well, I’ll plan the wedding, then.” Nothing more. You were the one who got all mushy and grateful and decided to help