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A Wedding Story
A Wedding Story
A Wedding Story
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A Wedding Story

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Ruth Anne Barbellis—unhappily nicknamed "Rhubarb" by her lifelong enemy, Bobby Wichowski—is in Wedding Hell. Why?

Her sister is marrying Bobby's brother.

She's trussed up in a bridesmaid dress that must have been designed originally as a Victorian Torture Chamber.

To teach them a lesson, she and Bobby have been assigned to the Kiddie Table.

And that's only the beginning...

LanguageEnglish
PublisherDee Tenorio
Release dateJun 13, 2011
ISBN9781458194275
A Wedding Story
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Dee Tenorio

Dee Tenorio has a few reality issues. After much therapy for the problem—if one can call being awakened in the night by visions of hot able-bodied men a problem—she has proved incurable. It turns out she enjoys tormenting herself by writing sizzling, steamy romances of various genres spanning paranormal mystery dramas, contemporaries and romantic comedies. Preferably starring the sexy, somewhat grumpy heroes described above and smart-mouthed heroines who have much better hair than she does. The best part is, no more therapy bills! Well, not for Dee, anyway. Her husband and kids, on the other hand... If you would like to learn more about Dee and her work, please peruse around this site or visit her blog at http://www.deetenorio.com/Blog/

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    A Wedding Story - Dee Tenorio

    A Wedding Story

    A Wedding Story

    Dee Tenorio

    Contents

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    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Epilogue

    Wanted

    Trust In Me

    10 Ways To Steal Your Lover

    About the Author

    Other titles by Dee Tenorio

    Copyrights

    A WEDDING STORY, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    A Wedding Story copyright © 2008 by Darlene Tenorio.

    Published by Darlene Dee Tenorio at Smashwords

    Cover Art by Laideebug Digital


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    Chapter One

    Y ou’ve got to be kidding.

    What’s the matter, Rhubarb, too good for the kiddie table?

    Kids she could handle. Even this motley group. It was him Ruth Ann Barbellis couldn’t stand. She closed her eyes, scrunched them shut for all of ten seconds, praying to every patron saint she’d ever heard of that she wasn’t in this situation. She opened her eyes.

    Bobby Wichowski waved.

    She decided to try again.

    St. Jude isn’t a saint anymore, but hey, whatever floats your boat.

    Ruth Anne, deciding neither the saints nor God would be very sympathetic to a person thinking in that kind of language, spun on her heel with full intention of wringing the neck of whomever switched her table card. This is a mistake!

    I’m afraid it’s not, the wedding coordinator, Madelyn Wontor said three and a half minutes later. Jason and Bonnie expressly stated they wanted you and his brother seated at table seven. I thought it odd—

    Odd? It’s the kiddie table, Madelyn!

    Please, Ruth Anne, you’re making a scene.

    Ruth Anne blew a curl that had popped loose from her overcomplicated hairstyle out of her eye. This isn’t remotely a scene. When Bobby pantsed me during a baseball game at a family reunion, that was a scene. When he told my mother I was pregnant with his love child at my sister’s birthday party, that was a scene. When he taped five hundred blown up condoms to my front porch, that was a scene!

    You forgot the time you told my date I gave you crabs in the middle of a crowded restaurant. Bobby’s deep voice had the nerve to sound amused.

    Ruth Anne felt her blood pressure rise. She didn’t bother to turn around. The jerk would probably be smiling. It was syphilis. If you’re going to mention it, get it right.

    Mr. Wichowski, Ruth Anne, you have to understand—

    Why is he Mister and I’m Ruth Anne?

    Because I’m the man, Rhubarb. He grunted when the point of her elbow found his ribs.

    Madelyn looked ready to cry.

    And there’s the happy couple! Judging by the laughter, Madelyn’s untimely demise was put off by none other than Ruth Anne’s mother...and Bobby’s.

    Don’t they look just?

    Just what? Ruth Anne turned to see Glynnis Barbellis and Evangeline Wichowski arm in arm, giggling like schoolgirls.

    Just miserable, sweetie. Leave Madelyn alone now, this is entirely our doing. Glynnis, her silvery hair glistening and looking perfect despite the humid heat that had Ruth Anne’s red curls in an uproar, shushed the coordinator away.

    Evangeline, a graying brunette with hair as black as her son’s, was already clucking away at Bobby, straightening his tie. Bobby was smiling down at her, his dimples flashing and his blue eyes teasing.

    Glynnis pulled her away. We’re punishing the two of you. You want to act like children, you’ll be treated like them. Quite frankly, we’re tired of having our family events ruined by your constant bickering and pranks. Especially you, Bobby.

    Ruth Anne couldn’t help sliding him a superior look, uplifted eyebrow included without charge.

    Torturing poor Ruth Anne when you know she hasn’t had a date to protect her in years.

    Bobby fluttered his ostrich-sized lashes.

    Ruth Anne considered spontaneous combustion. Momma!

    The truth hurts, sweetie. Now, the two of you go back to that table, eat your food, do your toasts and, for the love of Pete, try to control yourselves. This is your siblings’ wedding. Let them have their day.

    Don’t you think using today to punish us takes away from their day? she asked, crossing her arms over the chest Bonnie’s chosen bridesmaid dress almost forgot to cover.

    Glynnis smiled, the eternal smile of mothers worldwide. No, it’s my wedding present to them. Now go eat. And children?

    Nope, butter wouldn’t dare melt in that mouth.

    Play nice.

    Chapter Two

    I hate you . You are the reason fungus exists. You are the slime that grows in swamps that even acid can’t break down—

    How long do you plan to keep this up, Rhubarb?

    Why?

    Because I was going to hail down a bottle of beer and I figured you might get thirsty having your mouth open so much.

    Make it a white wine and I’ll keep it short.

    No, you won’t, but it might slow you down. Be right back. How he managed to get such a lanky body out of a chair that

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