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even get Christmas cards off my folks anymore. The crazy lady who stands on various New York corners warning of the second coming gets a Christmas card off my mom. So I find it hard that they chose Sean's best friend over me, their daughter. And I suppose Wayne proposing out if the blue like this has also brought up some unresolved issues for me. Things I thought I was okay with. So what if I slept with her boyfriend? And so what if he chose me over her? It's not like it was a one night stand and we caused all that heartache for nothing. I mean, we're getting married for Christ sake.
    A breaking news bulletin interrupts my reverie. Justin Ramirez has jilted Katrina Valentina at the altar? My head almost does an owl-like full three sixty as I swing around and grab the television remote. “The wedding is definitely off. Justin has left LA,” the showbiz reporter outside the church says. “The Valentina family are yet to make a statement.”
    I don't know what to make of it. Ashleigh and Mimi have been known as Krystal and Katrina Valentina for their entire lives. Ever since their mom, Angela, married casting director Roberto Valentina when they were nine years old. And Justin and Katrina have been one of LA’s golden couples ever since Ashleigh left LA at eighteen and the studio agreed they could announce they were an item. They’d been together for two years before that too. So to hear Justin had walked out on Mimi...and on their wedding day... and after ten years….well, that's a little unbelievable.
    I hated it. Ashleigh had said. All of it. Why do you need to know I had my nails done? Or went shopping? Or had my first date ever and slept with the guy? Which I didn't by the way. It's my life. It's no one else's goddamn business.
    My mind wonders to Ashleigh and her frustration of the press prying into her life. It's one of the biggest reasons she hides out in New York and only comes to LA when necessary... that and she hates being around her mother, who is perfect in every way imaginable. So I know the press attention of the last couple of months will have driven her mad, she'll have stayed away for as long as she could. But she can't get away from it today, can she?
    I don't know why I care. But I do. So I pick up my cell phone. I don't know if she still has the same number. I guess she does because when I dial the number it goes straight to voicemail. She sounds all official and posh as she introduces herself from Worthington & Associates. For a moment I feel proud of her because all she’s ever wanted is to be a lawyer like her dad.
    “Hey, it's me,” I say after the beep. “Jules,” I add, just in case she doesn't recognize my voice. “You probably won't be leaving LA for a while so if you need a place to hide from Mimi's crazy life, call me.”

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    It's late Friday afternoon and my fiancé— it's been two months since Wayne proposed and I still love saying that; my fiancé— brings a courier parcel through to the bedroom and drops it on the bed. It's a large parcel, it's heavy and it's the third one I've received this week. The bizarre thing is I've had Mom on the phone these last few weeks. She's acting like nothing happened and we spoke every day for the last three years instead of not at all!
    She's sent me a dozen brochures of what appears to be venues and wedding services across the entire state of California. How she's found out these things I have no idea, but she's made it clear that my parents think it's time Wayne and I set a date, and of course the Father of the Bride is paying for it. So I can have whatever I want.
    I'm hesitant to open this new parcel. The last thing I want is another hint. I haven't quite got around to telling Wayne the full force of my parents' sudden change of heart. But as I unwrap the new parcel, I realize it's not from my mom after all. This is a square black folder and I'm curious to flick through it. It's a portfolio. It's my