Read Online Wishful Thinking (a journey that will change lives forever) by Melissa Hill - Free Book Online Page A

Noah’s hearing a lot of it from you –”
    “Don’t be silly.  Noah knows that as your best friend and bridesmaid, I’m just keeping myself informed on the most up-to-date developments, that’s all.” She lifted her chin defiantly.
    “Are you sure?” Clodagh moved across to sit beside her on the couch.  “Are you sure that you aren’t getting a teeny bit over-involved in all this?  Making it a little more personal than you think?”
    “What? Of course not!  Anyway, I’m sure Noah and I will be getting married eventually, Clodagh.  So it’s no harm to have some of the groundwork done, is it?”
    “The most important groundwork of all is to have a willing groom on the day,” Clodagh shot back, and seeing her friend’s wounded expression, instantly wished she hadn’t. “I’m sorry – I didn’t mean that as it sounded.  But, men can be a bit funny sometimes,” she added quickly.
    “Not Noah,” Dara insisted.  “He knows what I’m like.  And I don’t think he is one of those funny men you’re talking about.  I mean, what other guy do you know quotes Shakespeare to his girlfriend when he gets drunk?”
    Clodagh laughed. “Maybe you’re right.  Maybe Noah Morgan is the one guy who could take all this wedding talk in his stride!”
    But, one evening shortly afterwards, Noah arrived home from work, took one look at Dara, and promptly sat her down for a chat.
    “We need to talk,” he said gently.
    Dara almost burst with optimism.  He was going to do it, he was going to propose!  He’d finally decided that they were ready to make the move.  Fantastic!  Did he have the ring with him, she wondered, unable to prevent a grin.  He knew how much she loved that oval solitaire, didn’t he?  The one she’d pointed out that day in Appleby’s?  Or if not, he could always get that similar, but less expensive one from Fields’ – had she shown him that one too?  Yes, she was sure she’d mentioned it one time while shopping in town.  The only snag was, he’d just started a new job, so she really couldn’t expect him to fork out for a big diam–
    “Dara, listen to me,” Noah was saying, his voice ultra-serious as he lightly caressed her hand. 
    Oh wow, she thought – knowing Noah, this was going to be incredibly romantic! He was so thoughtful, always leaving little love-notes around the place when he was away, always bringing her little presents for no particular reason.  His proposal was bound to be spectacular – but why hadn’t he taken her to Paris or even Rome for a special occasion like this?  Considering how much they wanted to visit … 
    Still, what did it matter where it happened?  It was happening , wasn’t it?
    “Yes, Noah?” Dara squeezed his hand, and looked at him expectantly, the beginnings of tears in her eyes. 
    Oh, God, she was going to remember this moment for the rest of her life!  She was going to remember what she was wearing, what he was wearing – which happened to be a manky sweatshirt and ripped jeans – such a shame he couldn’t he have dressed up a little.  But then again, maybe he’d just been struck by the moment!  Maybe it was because she was looking particularly – ahem – bride-like today, dressed as she was in one of Clodagh’s ‘rejects’, which incidentally fit her like a second skin. 
    They had been shopping for bridal dresses that day, and the boutique had allowed Clodagh to take the dresses home for a time to try them out with shoes and accessories.  Dara had to take them back into town tomorrow, and when Clodagh left she couldn’t resist trying on one of the wedding dresses.  The dress was low-cut and slinky and Dara, unlike her friend, had the boobs to fill it. 
    But she definitely wouldn’t go for a veil, she decided absently, no a veil wasn’t really her thing.  Now she couldn’t wait to get out there and start picking out her own dress – her own style!  Clodagh would be thrilled to hear it. 
    “Dara, I need