The Wedding Planner
Niall Horan. Aged twenty-three. Famous musician. Childhood best friend of mine that I had unintentionally fallen absolutely head over heels in love with. I wasn’t entirely sure why, or what made him so damn special. Really, I’ve spent nights awake thinking about it, trying to crack the code.
And then there was Jade Howell. Also aged twenty-three. Victoria’s Secret angel. Bridezilla. Stereotypical. I knew the day that Niall had introduced me to her that she wasn’t right for him; I had known it deep in my bones. I knew all along, selfish as it was, that it should have been me.
And then there was Jade Howell. Also aged twenty-three. Victoria’s Secret angel. Bridezilla. Stereotypical. I knew the day that Niall had introduced me to her that she wasn’t right for him; I had known it deep in my bones. I knew all along, selfish as it was, that it should have been me.