Sighing, I pick up my Blackberry and squint at the screen in the sunshine. Still nothing. I wish for about the millionth time this week that I hadn’t taken Lids advice. When I confided in her a couple of weeks ago about my ‘secret crush’ she had insisted that I tell him how I felt. ‘Ray is out of the picture now Amy! It’s time you found yourself a real man! Come on, you only live once. If you don’t do it you’ll never know.’ So, fuelled by a couple of margaritas in the rooftop pool bar one evening, I sent a message to the man in question, declaring loud and proud that I thought it was about time I had a boyfriend again – and that I was well and truly smitten.
Since then, I had heard nothing.
Having peeled off my surf vest, I pull my notepad out of my rucksack and start making bullet points about the proposal I am due to plan in a couple of weeks. The guy in question had emailed me through my website and told me he wanted to propose to the girl of his dreams in an over-the-top fashion. At first he had said he would like a sign on the Sydney Harbour Bridge but I’d dissuaded him – getting a sign on the bridge could be near impossible – so now I was designing a small ‘Will you marry me?’ sign that we would place amongst the famous ‘Sculptures By The Sea’ along the cliff tops of Bondi. I’d been chatting to Sammy about the proposal when it first came up and we’d decided together that the sculptures would be the most romantic place to set it. Sammy had visited them before and apparently they were supposed to be stunning. Various artists from around the world had created a gorgeous pathway of sculptures set along a costal walk from Bondi to Tamarama. It was the perfect place for a proposal.
Pulling out the map from underneath my beach towel, I study it carefully and then jump up and grab my belongings. I’m not as far away from the exhibition as I thought! In fact, I could probably walk there in under ten minutes. As I walk up the path and see the waves crash angrily below me, I spot the first sculpture. An aggressive-looking army of wires and muted iron form a hexagonal shape. I stand and look at it for a while, hoping that I may find some meaning in it, but eventually decide to move on. The next sculpture is surrounded by a throng of children, all laughing and pointing at it. I smile quietly to myself as I notice that this particular sculpture is of a man walking a tightrope. A group of school children scurry up from the beach below and stop, smiling widely as they try to guess how high the tight rope is.
The heavy afternoon sun is causing me to sweat slightly now but I continue onwards, marvelling at more sculptures as I pass, some hidden amongst the tress and others visible from a distance. The path winds downwards towards the sea again and I step carefully as the ground below me becomes stony. I glance again at my Blackberry. Still nothing.
Reaching for my notepad, I pull out the ‘Sculptures By The Sea’ leaflet. I am sure this is the spot. Squinting against the sun I look out across the sea and then back at my surrounding before I see it. There, hidden slightly in-between two heavy rocks, is the sculpture I am looking for: the hidden heart.
When I’d been researching where my client should propose I had stumbled across the hidden heart and knew it was the perfect place. It was slightly out of the way of all of the other sculptures, giving it the privacy needed for a proposal. I move towards it and study it closely. I wonder if it feels as lonely as I do.
‘Amy?’
The voice behind me shocks me so much that I jump backwards, almost slipping on the wet rocks underneath my feet. My hands fly to my mouth. What the—
Sammy is in front of me, his dark hair scuffed up by the wind and his green eyes covered in a shadow as he holds his hand up to his face to protect his eyes from the sun. He is grinning.
‘Sammy? What? When—’ I can’t speak. My voice seems to get lost in the wind and silent tears begin to fall down my cheeks.
I watch as Sammy – my oldest, closest friend Samuel Green – walks towards me and pulls something out from behind his back. He’s still quite far away but I can tell he is smiling.
‘I told you to look for a sign’ he says. Then, without any more words, he holds something out in front of me – a white board with black lettering on it.
‘Is this how you imagined your future?’ it reads.
The next thing I know I am running. Running towards him and falling into his arms – scared that if I don’t he might change his mind.
His lips are on mine in an instant. Suddenly everything feels right.
‘But my message – you never replied...’ I say, looking up into his eyes.
‘I didn’t need to.’ With this Sammy sweeps me up into his arms and starts to run down the beach, making me giggle uncontrollably as he does so. ‘All I needed to do was book a flight. As soon as I knew you felt the same way, there was no going back. ‘
‘But what about Max? I thought you two were happy?’
Sam sighs. ‘You know Maxine. She was never going to be right for me. Not when I feel the way I do about you.’
‘So my client… he didn’t…’ The truth suddenly dawns on me. ‘It was you all along?’ I whack him playfully on his arm, laughing as I do.
‘Sure was, Miss Anderson. And now, there’s just one thing left to do…’
And with that he gets down on one knee.
About the Author
Tiffany Wright has worked as a journalist in the glossy world of magazines for over ten years. She started her career at Elle before becoming Senior Writer at Company magazine, writing about relationships, interviewing celebs and spending hours in the fashion cupboard lusting over every pair of shoes that came in. Heading Down Under to write for Cosmopolitan in Sydney, she swiftly became their ‘Sex and the Cosmo Girl’ columnist. She also began writing a blog where she wore a different pair of shoes every day for a year. The blog soon turned into an idea for her first novel – SOMEBODY ELSE’S SHOES (out now). Tiffany also runs the Stiletto Bootcamp for people wanting to write for women's magazines.
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Table of Contents
COPYRIGHT
INTRODUCTION
Dedication
THE HONEYMOON CRASHERS
GENIE OF THE ROCK
ICE, ICE BABY
THE KEY
DIVINE INTERVENTION
ROSIE’S ITALIAN LOVE LETTER
MIDNIGHT IN ST PETERSBURG
AT FIRST SIGHT
A ROAD TRIP TO REMEMBER
THE VENICE TRAP
ASSERTIVENESS TRAINING
CABIN PRESSURE
COOL GINGER
HANOI JANE
HOLIDAY READING
LOVE AT FIRST KISS
SANTORINI… OR NOT!
FIA MCQUEEN’S GREAT ESCAPE
THE ANNIVERSARY
THE RUM DEAL
FRENCH FOLLIES
PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES
AN INDECENT PROPOSAL
ONE HUNDRED PROPOSALS
SIDEBAR OF SHAME
WATERFALLING IN LOVE
BUON VIAGGIO
ESCAPE TO RUNAWAY BAY
THE RED GLOVE
MIDNIGHT AT THE OASIS
LA POSADA AMOR
TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES
HOW TO TIE A FRENCH SCARF
FROM EIVISSA WITH LOVE
JUST ONE DAY
OVER THE HUMP
PABLO
HAPPENSTANCE
MR LO
VER LOVER
A FOOL’S PARADISE
MEET YOU AT EPHESUS
THE SECRET CINDERELLA LIST
SIGNS FROM SYDNEY
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