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the waves lapping gently over my feet. Even the sea is warm, this place is fantastic.  I’m surprised as I walk, at the variety of people that I see. I expected, ignorantly I guess, that Thailand would just be full of backpackers with dreadlocks and tattoos, but I was so wrong. There are elderly couples relaxing on the sand, giving Pip a run for her money in the tanning department!
    There are a lot of families with children, playing and eating, and then there are the definite honeymooners dotted in between, clearly identifiable by their public displays of affection, and the fact that they seem oblivious to anyone else being there.  
    They are why I write romance. For people like that, the romantics who get completely lost in the arms of their significant others, and those who continue to hope that there is one special person out there for them. In this moment, I feel like I’m letting them down.
    The thought brings me back to earth with a bump.
     
    I’ve been walking, lost in my own thoughts for almost an hour. I decide to sit for a while, so I walk away from the shoreline and sit down on the stone steps at the top of the beach. As I look out ahead across the calm sea, with the heat haze blurring my view, thoughts of Michael creep into my mind. I haven’t heard anything from him since the day before our wedding. There’s been no explanation or apology, just dead air.
    We had booked a honeymoon to the Maldives, Pip wanted me to go anyway and just escape for a bit after the wedding, but I couldn’t bear to go alone. After much persuasion on my part and a couple of name changes, Rafe and Matthew went instead.
    When I arrived at the hotel on New Year’s Eve, ready to become Mrs Rosetta English, I knew that something was wrong. Pippa was sitting on a bench with my Mam, and Rafe was on the phone in the corner of the lobby.
    “What is it?” I asked Pippa, but I didn’t need her to answer. “Daddy, he’s not coming!”
    I immediately turned and walked back towards the exit. I was calm but embarrassed, didn’t want any of our guests to see me like this, jilted.
    “Rosie, wait!” Pippa chased me, while my Mam caught my Dad up on the situation, “He’s a prick Rosie, I’m so sorry.” She hugged me so hard, as though she thought I’d collapse without her arms for support.
    “Did he call anyone? Or has he just not bothered coming?”
    Pippa rolls her eyes and I know she wants to murder Michael for this, “No, he sent Matthew.”
    “Ginge, I’m so sorry!” From nowhere, Matthew pulled me out of my daze, throwing his arms around me and kissing me on the top of my head. Matthew is Michael’s brother but is the complete anti-Michael. He is kind and thoughtful, and at the time of my non-wedding, he had been dating Rafe for almost a year. A fact that made him feel even worse about the situation. Matthew and Michael haven’t been what you would call, close, for a really long time. In fact they don’t even particularly like each other, but Michael made Matthew his best man due to the fact that he is distinctly short on friends.
    “He’s such a dick, I’m so sorry. You look so beautiful Rosie.”
    “Where is he?” I asked, unsure whether I actually wanted the answer. My voice was completely monotonous and I couldn’t bear to make eye contact with anyone.
    “I don’t know Ginge. He text me to say he that wasn’t coming and now his phone is switched off. Rafe and I have been trying to call him for an hour.  Look, I haven’t told anyone inside yet, but, I guess they need to know. Maybe you should get out of here before I go in?”
    “Yeah I’m going right now. Matthew, this isn’t your fault,” I could see the shame in his eyes. “Like you said, he’s a dick. Tell everyone to go and enjoy the reception, it is New Year’s Eve after all.”
    I headed out of the lobby and climbed back into the VW camper van that I had arrived in only ten minutes earlier.
    “Mam, Dad, I’m going home. Are you