You’re missing a bloody brilliant party. Get yourself down here NOW!!! ‘Who’s it from?’ ‘My oldest friend, Joe. Now watch this.’ Tasha watched as he began to compose his reply. It was five o’clock in the morning, and she was still struggling to believe the last seven hours had actually happened. What she’d expected to be an entirely uneventful New Year’s Eve had turned out to be the most eventful, most extraordinary, most utterly magical one ever. She felt as if she were in a dream. OK, this really had better not be a dream. That would be too cruel. Superstitiously, she pinched her left wrist, just to make sure. Ow, good. Rory finished writing the text and angled the phone so she could read it: Joe, I’m not missing out on anything. I’m with an amazing, incredible girl. This is it, she’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. Will you be my best man? Every centimetre of Tasha’s skin tingled as she read it. OK, the best man bit was a joke . . . maybe the third sentence was a joke too, but that didn’t matter.
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