Everyone Knows The First Rule Of Business

My Voice Is Clotted With Unshed Tears.

Our Whole Family Thrives Under Pressure. It's Like Our Family Motto Or Something. Apart From My Brother Peter, Of Course. He Had A Nervous Break Down. But The Rest Of Us.

Our Eyes Met In The Math Class. How Were We To Know That Trigonometry Would Lead To Matrimony?

I Can Do This, I Tell Myself Firmly. I Can Be Attracted To Him. It's Just A Matter Of Self Control And Possibly Also Getting Very Drunk. So I Lift My Glass And Take Several Huge Gulps. I Can Feel The Bubbles Surging Into My Head, Singing Happily "i'm Going To Be A Millionaire's Wife! I'm Going To Be A Millionaire's Wife!" And When I Look Back At Tarquin, He Already Looks A Bit More Attractive. Alcohol Is Obviously Going To Be The Key To Our Marital Status.

Ciao," I Say Casually, And Flick My Hair Back. "si. Ciao." I Could So Be Italian. Except I Might Have To Learn A Few More Words.