The girl with the BLUE EYES
‘WHERE’S YOUR MUMMY AND DADDY?’
As Faye sat in the front row of the 12th-century village church, tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. Wiping them away, she smiled.
She couldn’t be prouder of her two daughters. They may not have shared the same blood, but they were sisters, all the same. They were also best friends and had organised this wedding together, from picking the colour scheme to the wedding breakfast venue. All the groom had to do was turn up at the church on time and look smart in his charcoal-grey suit.
Faye gazed at Roxy standing next to her betrothed dressed in a long, white lace gown, her natural blonde curls cascading down her back.
She then looked at Suzie, standing to the side, elegantly holding her sister’s bouquet. Wearing a strapless purple dress, her long dark hair fell over her bare shoulders.
Faye ran her hand through her own dark hair, remembering what it
