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you to listen to me, to pay attention to what I’m saying,” Noah said, and he tugged at her hand a little.
    “Sorry, darling, I am listening,” she said breathlessly. “Go ahead …”
    Should they have a double wedding? No, no, that wouldn’t be fair.  Every girl’s Big Day was her Big Day, and she should be the centre of attention.  Anyway, Clodagh had most of the arrangements already made, whereas Dara had so much to do!  Now, she’d see what Noah had to say, but to her mind, they should probably leave it for another year or so, just until she was fully settled in her new job.  After all, she had barely started her solicitor’s apprenticeship and –
    “Dara, honey, you have to stop this,” Noah said gently.
    “Stop?” she repeated, confused. “Stop what?”  Did he mean stop being his girlfriend and become his fiancée? Well, she would – if he’d just get on with it and ask the all-important question!
    “All this trying-on of wedding dresses,” Noah went on. “All this talk of engagement rings, and bridal fairs.  Not to mention all this pointing out ‘romantic’ wedding chapels every bloody time we go for a drive!” He seemed to be trying to hold back his irritation. “Dara, I know you’re having a great time helping Clodagh with her wedding preparations, but just try and keep in mind that these are not your preparations.”
    Dara felt her throat close over. 
    “Honey, unlike Clodagh and Simon, I’m not ready to get married.  I love you very much and we’ve always had great fun together, but lately you’ve turned into somebody else – somebody I don’t particularly like spending time with.  You’re fixated on weddings, weddings and more weddings.  It’s all you can talk about, and from what I can make out, all you can think about.  It’s not the kind of thing that keeps a guy interested,” he added quietly, his voice full of meaning.
    “What are you … what are you saying?” Dara struggled to get the words out. “Are you saying you don’t want to marry me?”
    “I’m just saying I don’t want to be forced into marrying you.  I won’t be forced into anything. Dara, over the last few months, you’ve changed from my fun-loving, happy-go-lucky girlfriend into some deranged, desperate Bridezilla.”  He shook his head.  “I don’t know what I want anymore.”
    All of sudden, Dara realised how idiotic and pathetic she must look sitting there in one of Clodagh’s wedding dresses.  Worse, she realised how it must look to Noah. But didn’t the sight of her in the dress move him at all?  Did it not make him a little emotional seeing her all dressed in white like that?  She was so sure that seeing her in the dress would finally convince him to make his move.
    “But don’t you want to marry me?” she asked again, knowing deep down that she shouldn’t be saying it, she shouldn’t be pushing it.  But she’d been so wrapped up in the idea, so sure that they would end up walking down the aisle that she hadn’t been able to think straight.  They’d been together forever – they were the perfect couple.  There was fun, romance, passion – everything you could want in a relationship, and Dara knew that Noah was the one for her – her Mr Right – so what was the problem? 
    Until then, Dara had never entertained the possibility that Noah might not feel the same way.  Until then, she’d believed their relationship was indestructible. 
    She was about to find out just how wrong she’d been.
    “Dara, I think you and I should take a break,” he said quietly, and she felt her heart sink to her stomach.
    She tried to speak, but again the words wouldn’t come. 
    “I don’t know,” Noah went on.  “Maybe I’m overreacting, but all this talk of weddings has made me reassess things.  Dara, settling down and having a wife and kids is so far away for me at the moment …” His voice trailed off.  “You know I want to travel, see a bit more of the world.  I