About the author
Aimee Brown is a writer of romantic comedies set in Portland, Oregon, and an avid reader. She spends much of her time writing, raising three teenagers, binge-watching shows on Netflix and obsessively cleaning and redecorating her house.
She’s fluent in sarcasm and has been known to utter profanities like she’s competing for a medal.
Aimee grew up in Oregon, but is now a transplant living in cold Montana with her husband of twenty years, three teenage children, and far too many pets. She is a lot older than she looks and yes, that is a tattoo across her chest.
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About the book
Emi Harrison hasn’t been feeling particularly lucky lately.
Ever since her ex-fiancée, Jack Cabot, successfully shattered her heart into a million pieces. She’s managed to avoid him for a whole year, but all that’s about to change at her brother Evan’s wedding…
She will have to face Jack, Jack’s sister, Jack’s parents, and Jack’s new girlfriend: a mean girl that just won’t quit. What could possibly go wrong?
With her lucky dress on, all bets are off, and maybe Emi will find her happily-ever-after at last?
Perect for fans of Anna Bell, Jo Watson and Sophie Kinsella.
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The Lucky Dress Excerpt:
The Wedding Planning
One year, six months ago.
“How many people are on your guest list?”
Megan, our wedding planner, is sitting with a huge schedule book in front of her, covered in a rainbow of sticky notes. Every time I give her a number or an idea she writes it in three places: the pastel pink notepad at her right side, the notes section of the day planner, and then she quickly taps it into her opened laptop.
“Just over three hundred invitations need to be sent out. I doubt that many will come, but my fiancé is from… uh… money…”
“Yes. Rich socialites that know everyone in the city. That’s a great definition.”
Definitely a crowd I’ve never been welcomed into until now. And I’m still unsure if I’d like to be there or not. Besides knowing I’ll stay for Jack, the rest of them make me a tad nervous.
“No problem. Did you have a theme or colors picked?”
“Yeah, a lot of couples pick a theme for the wedding and that’s where we get our colors, decoration ideas, and venue from. It really sets a tone for the wedding.”
“Well, I don’t know. I’m gonna be honest with you…” I pause – not to intentionally be dramatic, but because any time I tell someone this I get a gasp, moan or hanging jaw. “I was never the girl who was planning out her wedding or her Prince Charming. I never really cared about any of this. But because I’m marrying into this particular family, I’m expected to throw this seriously over the top wedding, and I have no idea what I need or want.”
Just as suspected, Megan’s jaw drops open and her eyebrows pinch together like she’s confused, or maybe constipated. “You’ve never dressed up and played bride, or even brought bridal magazines?”
I shake my head with a frown, “Nope.”
“That is a little weird! But don’t worry, I did, and I know everything about weddings. I’ll make sure yours is fabulous.” She smiles as she jots down a note in each of her three devices.
“Can I tell you what I see for you guys after finally meeting you?”
“Absolutely,” I nod.
“I noticed the ringer of your phone earlier was Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra. What would you think of something Old Hollywood style? Classy, elegant, and very vintage.”
I feel the smile grow on my face. “I like that. I have no idea how you’d pull it off but I do love it.”
“It’s one of my favorite weddings to do,” Megan grins.
“Now is probably a great time to mention that I’m marrying Amelia Cabot’s son.” I chew my fingernail as Megan slowly looks over her laptop at me. Of course she would know her by name, everyone seems to.
“Oh. Wow.” She takes a deep breath.
“Yeah, she tends to like to do things her own way. When I’m done here she’s going to drill me on what went on and insist that I give her your number so she can get her ideas to you. She can be a little overwhelming and demanding, so just remember you don’t have to do anything she says unless I’ve approved it or you think it’s a good idea. But like I said, I’m pretty clueless when it comes to weddings.”
“Are you OK with her wanting to help plan the wedding? For some brides that is a definite no-no.”
I shrug my shoulders, almost unsure of how to answer this question. If I say no, there will be instant strife between Amelia and me, but if I say yes, I might not even know what I’ve gotten myself into until I’m on my way down the aisle.
“If she comes up with something fitting then I don’t mind at all. She’s got flawless taste if I’m honest. Just be ready to put your sassy pants on and feel free to tell her no, blame me if you have to because she can be a bit exigent.”
Megan lets out another small groan, “I know all about her. I’ve heard horror stories from other event planners. I’ll stand my ground, though. You have nothing to worry about.”
Her suddenly discouraged expression tells me she could be nervous about meeting the great Amelia Cabot. I don’t blame her even one bit. I once witnessed Amelia fire a waitress at an event she threw because she dropped and broke an entire box filled with unopened expensive bottles of wine in the middle of the party, after tripping on a tiny teacup poodle that had escaped someone’s bag. When that someone finally realized that her precious, yet annoying ‘child’ had nearly been severed in a gazillion pieces by breaking glass all around it, she demanded Amelia fire the waitress on the spot. And so she did.
“So, I will get started on a proposal tonight and we can meet up on…” Megan flips through her book quickly and scans her computer screen. “Can you meet me on Saturday? At my office? I’ll have samples and outlines for you to go over with me, and we’ll make a lot of the bigger decisions right then.”
I nod, “Absolutely, it’s a date.” I grab my bag and coffee from the table, ready to be done with wedding planning for the day.
“Oh, and Emi…” Megan touches my hand as I start to leave the table. “Keep your afternoon open because we’ll go look at venues that day too.”
“OK. Should I bring Jack with me?”
“For sure. Actually, if he wants a say you’d better bring him to everything.”
“Everything… OK. Thank you so much, Megan.”
I don’t know if Jack will go to every planner appointment with me, but if I should have to suffer all this just to get married, he should have to as well. It’s not fair that men don’t have to do anything for the wedding but show up, yet women are expected to be frazzled, irritated, and short on time for months on end for something that’s over in a single day.