The Fair Play

hi . i like this story so much . so i want to share wif u all . THE FAIR PLAY by DEIRDRE MARTIN .

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some women fantasize about being wed on the beach at sunset as the warm surf gently laps at their bare,tanned feet. Others picture floating down the aisle in a cloud of ivory tulle . Theresa Falconetti's dream wedding was exchangeing vows at St.Patrick's cathedral, followed by a horse-drawn carriage ride to a reception at the plaza hotel. and now it was happening. Gazing rapturously into the eyes of her true love as two proud,white stallions conveyed them up fifth avenue, theresa couldnt believe her good fortune. one year ago , she had been the co-owner of a struggling PR firm. now she was the wife of miles van dusen, architect, equestrian and collector of sumerian pottery . they met at the wedding of elizabeth taylor to nicholas cage, one of theresa's premiere clients. all miles had to ask was "fancy a prawn cocktail?" and theresa was smitten, he deep, sonorous tone of his voice its own aphrodisiac . by the time the lemon sorbet was served, she knew he was the one . "happy my sweet?" miles murmured into her hair as the cool night air embraced them. "ecstatic." theresa sighed, laying her had to rest on his shoulder .
"Theresa?"
"yes , beloved of my heart ?"
"geez . that's a new one"
startled , theresa blinked. she wasn't in a horse-drawn carriage , but an aeron chair . and the person calling her name wasn't the imaginary miles van dusen , but Janna MacNeil , her business partner.
"you okay ?"
"fine,fine" Theresa replied brezzling, mortified at being caught conjuring a romantic fantasy so riveting it unmoored her completely from the present.
"walking up the aisle again , huh ?"
janna observed wryly.
"mybe." theresa said, anxious to steer the conversation back to business. "you said had a lead on a possible new account?"
"its a resturant," janna said as she sipped her coffie, a mutual addiction.

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