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Authors: Cecelia Ahern
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be there because you need to be there for yourself . Make the right decision, Rosie.
Dear Rosie,
Hey there! I have no doubt you have received our wonderful wedding invitation that took Sally about three months to choose. Why, I don’t know, but it seems that a cream-colored invite with a gold border was so much more different than a white invite with a gold border . . . you women . . .
I don’t know if I should be worried or not, but Sally’s mom hasn’t seemed to have received an RSVP from you yet! Now I no I don’t need one from you because I’m just presuming you will be there!
love, rosie
71
The reason why I am writing and not ringing is because I want to give you time to think about what I’m asking you. Myself and Sally would be honored if you would allow Katie to be our flower girl at the wedding. We would need to no quite soon so that Sally and Katie can pick out a dress.
Whoever thought this would be happening, Rosie?! If someone had told us ten years ago that your daughter would be a flower girl at my wedding we would have just laughed and laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. But it is happening. And I can’t quite believe it.
The second question I have to ask you is the one I’m sure you will need to think about. You are my best friend Rosie; that goes without saying. I have no best friend over here. No one that measures up to what you mean to me; therefore I have no best man. Will you be my best woman? Will you stand beside me at the altar? I no I will definitely need you there! And I trust you will organize a better stag night than any of my male friends over here!
Think about it and let me no. And say yes!
Love to you and Katie,
Alex
You have an instant message from: ROSIE
Rosie:
You won’t fucking believe it.
Ruby:
You got a date.
Rosie:
No, worse than that, Alex has asked me to be his “Best Woman.”
Ruby:
I don’t suppose that means you’ll be standing to the left of him in the church??
Rosie:
Eh no . . . to the right.
Ruby:
What about his brother?
Rosie:
He’s an usher or something.
Ruby:
Wow so he really is going ahead with it?
Rosie: Yep. Looks like it.
Ruby:
I think you should stop waiting for him now, honey.
Rosie: I know. I probably should.
chapter 10
k
My “Best Woman” speech
Good evening everyone, my name is Rosie and as you can see Alex has decided to go down the non-traditional route of asking me to be his best woman for the day. Except we all know that today that title does not belong to me. It belongs to Sally, for she is clearly his best woman.
I could call myself the “best friend” but I think we all know that today that title no longer refers to me either. That title too belongs to Sally.
But what doesn’t belong to Sally is a lifetime of memories of Alex the child, Alex the teenager, and Alex the almost-a-man that I’m sure he would rather forget but that I will now fill you all in on. (Hopefully they all will laugh.)
I have known Alex since he was five years old. I arrived on my first day of school teary-eyed and red-nosed and a half an hour late. (I am almost sure Alex will shout out “What’s new?”) I was ordered to sit down at the back of the class beside a smelly, snotty-nosed, messy-haired little boy who had the biggest sulk on his face and who refused to look at me or talk to me. I hated this little boy.
I know that he hated me too, him kicking me in the shins under the table and telling the teacher that I was copying his schoolwork was a telltale sign.
We sat beside each other every day for twelve years moaning about school, moaning about girlfriends and boyfriends, wishing we were older and wiser love, rosie
73
and out of school, dreaming for a life where we wouldn’t have double maths on a Monday morning.
Now Alex has that life and I’m so proud of him. I’m so happy that he’s found his best woman and his best friend in perfect little brainy and annoying Sally.
I ask you all to raise your glasses and
Dear Rosie,
Hey there! I have no doubt you have received our wonderful wedding invitation that took Sally about three months to choose. Why, I don’t know, but it seems that a cream-colored invite with a gold border was so much more different than a white invite with a gold border . . . you women . . .
I don’t know if I should be worried or not, but Sally’s mom hasn’t seemed to have received an RSVP from you yet! Now I no I don’t need one from you because I’m just presuming you will be there!
love, rosie
71
The reason why I am writing and not ringing is because I want to give you time to think about what I’m asking you. Myself and Sally would be honored if you would allow Katie to be our flower girl at the wedding. We would need to no quite soon so that Sally and Katie can pick out a dress.
Whoever thought this would be happening, Rosie?! If someone had told us ten years ago that your daughter would be a flower girl at my wedding we would have just laughed and laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. But it is happening. And I can’t quite believe it.
The second question I have to ask you is the one I’m sure you will need to think about. You are my best friend Rosie; that goes without saying. I have no best friend over here. No one that measures up to what you mean to me; therefore I have no best man. Will you be my best woman? Will you stand beside me at the altar? I no I will definitely need you there! And I trust you will organize a better stag night than any of my male friends over here!
Think about it and let me no. And say yes!
Love to you and Katie,
Alex
You have an instant message from: ROSIE
Rosie:
You won’t fucking believe it.
Ruby:
You got a date.
Rosie:
No, worse than that, Alex has asked me to be his “Best Woman.”
Ruby:
I don’t suppose that means you’ll be standing to the left of him in the church??
Rosie:
Eh no . . . to the right.
Ruby:
What about his brother?
Rosie:
He’s an usher or something.
Ruby:
Wow so he really is going ahead with it?
Rosie: Yep. Looks like it.
Ruby:
I think you should stop waiting for him now, honey.
Rosie: I know. I probably should.
chapter 10
k
My “Best Woman” speech
Good evening everyone, my name is Rosie and as you can see Alex has decided to go down the non-traditional route of asking me to be his best woman for the day. Except we all know that today that title does not belong to me. It belongs to Sally, for she is clearly his best woman.
I could call myself the “best friend” but I think we all know that today that title no longer refers to me either. That title too belongs to Sally.
But what doesn’t belong to Sally is a lifetime of memories of Alex the child, Alex the teenager, and Alex the almost-a-man that I’m sure he would rather forget but that I will now fill you all in on. (Hopefully they all will laugh.)
I have known Alex since he was five years old. I arrived on my first day of school teary-eyed and red-nosed and a half an hour late. (I am almost sure Alex will shout out “What’s new?”) I was ordered to sit down at the back of the class beside a smelly, snotty-nosed, messy-haired little boy who had the biggest sulk on his face and who refused to look at me or talk to me. I hated this little boy.
I know that he hated me too, him kicking me in the shins under the table and telling the teacher that I was copying his schoolwork was a telltale sign.
We sat beside each other every day for twelve years moaning about school, moaning about girlfriends and boyfriends, wishing we were older and wiser love, rosie
73
and out of school, dreaming for a life where we wouldn’t have double maths on a Monday morning.
Now Alex has that life and I’m so proud of him. I’m so happy that he’s found his best woman and his best friend in perfect little brainy and annoying Sally.
I ask you all to raise your glasses and
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