Andrea Doyle: All the Weddings in the World and None of Them is Mine
Weddings.
Weddings.
Weddings.
My family is one extended Austen novel. A PBS dream. The wedding I was in Lenox, Massachusetts for was if my calculation is right the fifth in the last three years. I am the last one standing. Even Suzanne’s mother Kate spontaneously got married in a big house in Greenwich just the prior Saturday.
I am Andrea Doyle. My dream of my wedding was shattered last year when the man I wanted to and expected to marry told me when he was supposed to be proposing to me that he found somebody to love and that she was not named Andrea Doyle. He has not married her, so far as I have heard, but then again I have not found someone to love myself.