In fact, she gets a package from Richard that perfectly frames her pain. Meanwhile, Vanessa, Richard’s bitter ex, is living with her aging Aunt Charlotte and relegated to working at Saks as a clothing sales associate, forced to wait on the well-put-together women that she used to socialize with. He was beaming.Īt first blush, this seems like a phenomenal wedding present, right? But it’s a house, and shouldn’t it be something that a couple picks out together? Not to mention that Nellie doesn’t particularly want to move away from the hustle and bustle of Manhattan. “It’s your wedding present, Nellie.” She turned to look at him. When her eyes adjusted, she found herself staring up at a large brick house with a SOLD! sign staked in the front yard. Richard lifted it up and Nellie blinked as sharp sunlight blinded her. She’d have agreed to anything to take off the mask. “Almost there.” Richard’s breath was warm against her ear. They’d only been driving for thirty minutes or so, but she felt as if they’d traveled to a different planet. Nevertheless, Nellie is determined to bear it with a smile. For a surprise, Richard has Nellie don a blindfold, which normally wouldn’t be a big deal, but he knows that Nellie doesn’t like blindfolds.

Well, sure, except Richard’s controlling tendencies start making themselves known in incremental ways. Seems like normal concerns from a bride-to-be, right? Is it enough to ruin her post-wedding glow? Not really, but she is afraid of losing touch with her roommate and best friend Samantha once she’s married, and she hopes that won’t happen. Everything seems to be going well, but she keeps getting strange phone calls-mostly heavy breathing from a blocked number. The setup seems simple: Nellie is a young and idealistic pre-K teacher preparing to marry the handsome Richard. As for the twist itself? It actually surprised me, which is unusual for this jaded reader. Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen put a new twist on a very old trope in this fun book. The young, vibrant woman stealing a husband isn’t a new trope, but it sure is a tired one.

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