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to me, Angelina.  He looked as smitten as a kitten with his arms wrapped around you.”
    “Stop it, please.  There’s nothing happening between Brian and I.” 
    She was about to argue back when my dad’s voice came booming from the stage.  “Please everyone; get your cameras ready for the cutting of the cake.  Julia, you look beautiful.  Your father is so very proud of you.  I love you, babes, and I know that you and Jack will be very happy together.”
    Everyone went “Aww” as Julia blushed.  “I love you, too, Dad!” she shouted, tears in her eyes.
    Jack gently stroked her face, before retrieving the knife on the table.  They both put their hands together and cut into the magnificent cake.  Lights were flashing everywhere, including my mum’s camera, as the pair sliced into it.
    They did the traditional feeding each other a slice, then it was on to the other greedy buggers to get a piece.  Including me.
    We saw them both off before deciding it was time for us to head back home.  I was tired and had a big day tomorrow.  Julia and Jack were going to stay in a very plush hotel tonight before venturing off to the Bahamas tomorrow.  I couldn’t help feeling a little jealous of them going somewhere nice and warm.  I don’t want to get married, but I’d never say no to the honeymoon.
    Once we had cleared up a bit and made sure the rest of the cake was boxed up, we said goodbye to everyone, including a sad looking Brian.  I looked for David and Mindy, but couldn’t find them anywhere.  I tried texting them both, but no answer.  I assumed they were extremely busy with one another.  Well, at least I hoped they were.
    My parents and I caught a taxi back home, and all the time we were there, my mother was itching to ask me questions about Brian.  I could tell the little screws in her head were spinning.  She was probably mapping out our wedding and how many grandchildren I was going to give her.  I really didn’t want to be having this conversation.
    Once home, I tried to make my excuses and head for bed, but my mother was having none of it.
    “Oh no you don’t, Angelina.  Get back here and speak with your mother.”
    “What’s going on?” my dad asked.
    I huffed and took back the two steps I had already climbed.  How on earth I thought I could get out of this, I don’t know.
    “I caught her and Brian having an intimate hug outside the hall.”
    “Mum!” I protested as my dad looked on at me with mild amusement.  “Listen, Brian and I are friends, nothing more.”
    “So you haven’t... you know?” she asked, nudging her head to one side.
    “Mum, please,” I begged, looking over towards my dad.
    “I think I had better leave,” he said wisely. 
    I wish I could bloody do the same !
    She looked practically animated.  “Have you given him your flower?”
    “No, I have not.  I gave that to Robert Parkes when I was seventeen,” I smiled.
    “I hated that boy,” she said, frowning.
    “I know,” I said cheekily.  “Why do you think I gave it to him?”
    “Angelina Bradshaw, you are the most stubborn, insubordinate, unruly person I have ever met.  I swear you were born the wrong sex.”
    I shrugged my shoulders knowing I had already had this one today.  “I know, I think we’ve had this conversation before.”
    “But you don’t date.  I’ve seen you with men, but you never seem to be in a relationship with them.  Why?”
    “Because I don’t need them, Mum.”
    “It’s not about needing them, is it?  It’s about finding someone who makes your heart sing and your belly dance.  It’s about the euphoria you feel when he touches you and the feeling that you’ll explode when you’re not near him—because every time you are—it’s like nothing in the world could ever get better than this.”
    My eyes widened.  “Wow, Mum, that was beautiful.  You talk like you know from experience.  Is it always like that with Dad?”  She smiled timidly and sighed.