I want to write a book

I often give workshops on writing and publishing to a standing room only audience filled with hopeful faces of those just getting started.

When the workshop ends, I’ll always have a few who wait patiently through all the goodbyes to have a word with me.

“I want to start writing a book!” They’ll exclaim with a look of determination that instantly turns to defeat. “But I don’t know how to get started.”

Well, the truth is, there’s only one way to get started: START.

Writing a book often feels daunting because aspiring writers often see it just as that. Sitting down and writing it from the “Once upon a time” all the way through character development and plot twists, to “And they lived happily ever after.” Oh! And don’t forget proofreading, editing, beta readers, more editing…

But honestly, writing a book is more than that. It’s laying awake at night plotting. It’s getting an idea while in the bank line and writing notes on the back of your checkbook. It’s talking to friends, especially writer friends (don’t have any? The Twitter writing community is astounding!) about your ideas and seeing if they can help. It’s sitting down and writing your opening line- which might change one or seven times. It’s getting through the first chapter with tears of both joy and hate. It’s killing darlings and bringing them back again. Oops. It’s weeks, months, years… YOUR baby means YOUR timeline.

So if you want to start writing a book, even just by saying those magical words, “I want to start writing a book,” I’d love to be the first to tell you- “You probably already have.” Now keep at it! 🙂

❤️ Julia


Soul Promise – Book II in the Soul Mate Series

Hello, All! I wanted to take a moment to introduce you to my beautiful friend and fellow author, Rachel Walter!


See? I told you she was beautiful!

Rachel has written a new book, SOUL PROMISE, which is book two in her Soul Mate series. It’s only $1.99 on Amazon. I’m halfway through the book, and what I love more than anything is the raw emotion that she has invested in each of her characters. I’ve ugly cried and I’ve laughed out loud at 1 a.m. with a grumpy husband shooshing me. I love the slow burning love that often comes off as hate between hot Henry and sweet Skeeter. I love the world building and magic that takes me away with every page. Here’s the beautiful cover.


Soul promise Cover Hi, Henry. Howya doin’?



Here’s the book’s description:

“Broken is finding the light and the healing you crave,
and knowing you can never have it.”

After the attack on his sister and his newfound abilities forming, Henry Williams is struggling to keep it all together. His wolf does not allow him to sleep, and he is beginning to hear voices, torturing him mercilessly.

Henry feels as though there is a war brewing inside of him and he is unable to control it. As a protector, he must find a way to fight his inner demons before he is left vulnerable to the real ones.

But an unexpected love finds Henry and he tries hard to resist it. Will Henry be able to overcome his inner demons? Will he be able to protect his mate?

*** This is book number 2 in this series. Please note that it is suggested to read the series in sequential order. ***

*Warning* This novel is intended for mature YA readers. 15 + for language and mild violence.


Now go and get it!! 🙂



He’s an angel of death tortured by his sympathy for humans…

“Is there anything that you want to tell me about yourself?” She implored him with her eyes.
The image of her burned into him. She was so beautiful. In those seconds, he wanted to act and speak with abandon, to come clean and bare his very soul to her. He wanted with everything in him to tell her how much he truly loved her, to beg her to just give him a try, to let him show her how her life could be if she let him love her. He hoped beyond hope that the words he couldn’t say would be reflected in his eyes. But then, as quickly as it fled, his reality set in – he was an angel of death and she, a mortal. – MINE by Julia Bade #Paranormal #NewAdult #Romance


Contest Time!

Hello, my lovely readers!

I just wanted to give you a pssst! If you like contests, here’s a perfect one! I’m a Featured Contest Author over at Coffee Time Romance! I’m giving away a $20 Amazon Gift and an e-copy of my new book, The Feria!

Come on by!


The Next Big Thing Blog Hop

The Next Big Thing Blog Hop


     Much thanks to Kay Rogal for tagging me to be a part of this blog hop! How it works: An author answers a set of questions about their current work-in-progress and posts it on their blog along with the names and links to the blogs of 4-5 authors they’re tagging. Then, the following Wednesday, those authors post their answers to the questions along with the 4-5 authors they are tagging and so on.

Here is my latest work in progress: “The Baby Symphony” and a little about the prequel, “The Marriage Symphony”…


What is the working title of your next book?

“The Baby Symphony” and “The Marriage Symphony”


Where did the idea come from for the book?

I have many people who I deeply care about who have struggled with conceiving or carrying children. My heart would ache for them. I couldn’t even begin to imagine feeling their pain. All I could relate it to was the fact that I had my babies, but the idea of ever not having them could kill me. As a writer, I wondered how I could convey their stories. With these friends’ permission, I began to interview them and began writing a love story about a couple who fought for their marriage amid the devastation of losing their beloved children to miscarriages.  


What genres does your book fall under?

Contemporary Romance – Marriage-Pregnancy


Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Eeeks! When I write this book, I always have Ryan Gosling as the lawyer hottie husband and my all-time favorite romance gal, Rachel McAdams as Emilia. I just can’t seem to get past those two together in “The Notebook.” They were just amazing together and it would be a dream come true, beyond bucket list, to see these two together in my story…!!!  *Wipes away a tear*


What is a one sentence synopsis of your book?

With labored pasts, finally married Emilia and Devin are ready to start a family, but when their dream of having a baby fails them, can they hold strong after everything else they’ve been through?


Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

Still unsure!!


How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
3 months


What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?


I love Nora Roberts and Nicholas Sparks so I’d love to say they inspire my writing.


Who or what inspired you to write this book?


My friends’ stories of struggle as well as all-healing love.


What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?


Devin is a lawyer, Emilia a violinist in the symphony. Her love of music is integrated into the piece. Emilia befriends her pregnant teenage neighbor and takes her under her wing. Emilia has no one but Devin and he has no one but her, and they become a family with this girl and her widowed mother. It’s a beautiful story of friendships and family and learning to be happy even on a hard road of misfortune. Oh! And there’s a Christmas surprise! Oh! Did I mention there’s also a newly written prequel: “The Marriage Symphony?” Looking forward to 2013!

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Here are the fabulous authors I’ve tagged to tell you about their Next Big Thing!


Angela Scavone http://angelascavone.com/

Tmonique Stephens http://tmoniquestephens.com/

Aliza Mann http://alizamannauthor.blogspot.com/




Join Me Dec. 9 at The Romance Reviews!

     Hello, my lovely friends!

I love a good party! Do you? We’ll there’s one going on NOW! The Romance Reviews is having its “Year-End Splash Party through Dec. 15!

 On Dec. 9 when I’ll be the featured author! All of you can participate in a question and answer “scavenger hunt” based on my blog at https://juliabadewrites.wordpress.com/ . My publisher, Soul Mate Publishing, is offering some super fun prizes!! So put this on your “To-do” list: Sign up for a FREE membership at The Romance Reviews: http://www.theromancereviews.com/ then log in and play on Dec. 9! I’ll be waiting to see you! Remember, you must register and be logged in at TRR before you can play the game. Registration is free and easy.

 Hugs, Julia

 Here is who’s coming up next at TRR:

 Dec. 7: Real Virtue by Katy Lee

Dec 12: Forgotten Visions by Lia Davis

The Baby Symphony: The Moments that Change Us

     People have moments that impact their lives every single day. Whether it’s a feeling of happiness, of feeling blessed, of paying that last car payment, getting that A on your final, getting that “YES!” from a publisher or agent. But these moments aren’t always so beautiful. We’ve witnessed the passing of those we love, maybe we’ve held someone’s hand as their diagnosis was given to them, maybe we’ve helped a friend through divorce. These moments, the good and the bad, change us, they dwell in us. They’re inescapable, and they’re real.


     I’ve had plenty of these moments myself, of course, moments that have driven me into new direction in life, some wonderful, some deeply sad. With permission, I’d like to share with you today, a glimpse of a journey of a dear friend of mine. I won’t name her, but I have her blessing. We’ll all her “Angel,” because that’s what I feel she is. I had the sad experience of being with her one day on a moment of impact.


     My friend, Angel, has struggled with becoming pregnant. And once she’s pregnant, she struggles against her body, to keep that baby inside of her. Her body dispels the very thing it wants, it needs, the very thing her heart sings out for. This has happened each and every time. And while for most of the time, I see her after and hold her hand and support her through it, there was a time when I was with her when her baby left us.


     Being there for her moment of heartache will stay with me always. Though she’s not yet a mother with children she can physically present to the world, she is a mother. I have watched her grieve over her lost children. I watched her grieve that day as well. And sadly, she is not alone. There are so many beautiful women out there who have experienced this loss, this difficulty.


     My latest book, “The Baby Symphony,” is a look into the life of Emilia Hyatt, a woman begging to become a mother, but finds a tragedy each time. But slowly, ever so slowly, with her husband by her side, she finds healing, hope, and even a renewed love for him and the many other blessings her life.


     While Emilia is not real, her character carries my heart for every woman out there who faces this. Some I know, and many I don’t know, but because of my sweet friend, my heart knows you, and I honor you all with this book. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are loved. Thank you to all the kind women who have shared their stories with me. Emilia is a piece of each of you.




“Some say that hope is a seed that can only flourish if watered with faith.”

 – Author Unknown


     The darkness of our bedroom swallows us. There is no sun today. Appropriately hidden away, withholding its brightness, its joy, we’re left to the merciless clouds that hide it away. The rain taps at our window as if asking permission to come in. Perhaps it wants to wash away our sorrow, but I don’t think so.

     Shoes left unworn litter the entrance to our closet and our blankets are disheveled from days of lingering in this bed. I’m no longer subdued by loss of blood and medication, and I’m fully aware of the tragic circumstance that brings Devin and me back to this place, to this darkness, where we shut out the world and grieve. My eyes sting from the endless tears and the inability to close. The red veins in the whites are swollen grooves, like ridges of mountains. I sigh. This is Gymnopedie. Specifically, Gymnopedie No. 1. The fluidity of the harp, the beautiful moan and whine of the strings in their upper register, the answering winds. It’s all I can think of playing in my head in harmony with the crackle of the rain on our patio pavement and putter tapping at our window. The weeping strings cry with me and for me when I can’t find a tear left. And then like the rain outside, the tears renew with no present end. I feel Devin’s foot rub against my calf. A sign of life. He reaches out to spoon me closer to him. When his hand finds my wrist, he stops abruptly. I feel him peel away from me and hear him shuffling in the nightstand drawer. In seconds, I feel a steady hand carefully inserting cool metal. With a flick, my hospital bracelet falls to the floor. He puts his blade back in his nightstand drawer and cradles me to him.

     I was carrying twins but only for a brief time. Once the first one left, the other, I’m sure, took it as a sign that my womb was no good.  Not for one baby, much less two. They must’ve been our kids. Smart like Devin. In and out of sleep, new nightmares visit me. I am cradling, nursing, dressing, bathing, loving two whole babies. The pleasure is painful. So painful, that even in sleep, I expect to wake and find a sword stuck firmly through my heart.

     After Devin and I escaped the prison of the darkened confines of grief in our bedroom, I decided to begin sleeping on the tan sectional in our den. Tonight marks the third night. I tell Devin it’s because it’s easier to get in and out of with the pain and all.  The time displayed as glowing green numbers on the cable box toy with me. I’m wide awake, and the numbers have hardly changed for the last hour that I’ve watched. I sit up for a moment, debating, fighting the pull of my sanctuary in our bedroom. Devin.

     My confounded husband, leaving me to grieve, wonders what he did wrong. He questions me with those blue eyes. They beg me for answers. Silent tears blame me, I’m sure. He did nothing wrong. He’s done nothing but right since the moment he saved my life. It feels like so long ago. I devour the memory, hoping a ray of happiness can block out the gloom that seems permanently permeating on me.

     It’s the fifth-day anniversary, down to the hour, that I lost our children. The white shutters, blue in the moonlight are open and I can see the stars. I feel like they are visiting me, my precious ones that have listened to my wishes for so long. I’d pluck them out of the sky, one at a time if I could. It would give me some happy activity here again in this witching hour that haunts me. I’d wish for a baby. Again. And not a dead one, either.  I don’t even need two, just one will do.

      I hear soft unsure footsteps. They stop at the mouth of the den. One of our dining chairs creaks. I debate playing possum, sleeping through his visit. But I can’t. Even with my eyes closed I can see his sorrowful face, just like on that poisonous night. Before I can stay myself, the rebellious word escapes.  “Devin.” I’m surprised by my own voice. It’s a stranger, disobedient. I think it’s my heart calling out to him, the one thing that is truly and rightfully his. He fought for it, after all, and he won, winning over the trust and love of a then wounded and hesitant young girl a decade ago.

     He is quickly standing over me, looming, lost. He eagerly accepts the hands I reach out to him, bringing him to sit by me. Our fingers intertwine, just like they used to. It was their dance. The silence is deafening, awkward, but there isn’t much to say.





Consequences and Returns (and a story for you!)

     So, along with a hectic schedule that includes caring for my family and teaching developmental English at our local college, I got a wild idea that perhaps I should go back to school and further my education. I’ve been putting it off for, well, several years actually. And after years of research and reflection, I went for it and started a really amazing MFA program in Creative Writing.

     Because I’m a writer, I really wanted to expand on that, and this MFA program presents an AWESOME opportunity to hone my craft! I have the most incredible critique group that includes talented students who are all writers and working professionals, as well as a professor who will tell you like it is. The best part? They are bought and paid for with my tuition! Ha!

     I still can’t say if it was the right decision to do it this minute, and the pressure of balancing family, life and work with school now toppled in, has been very overwhelming. I have cried several times already this semester and have even considered deferring til’ my twins are in school like the rest of my children. Thankfully, though, I’ve got a great husband who keeps me calm… well… after the breakdowns that is. LOL. Sometimes you just need that breakdown to get it all out!

     And after the breakdown comes, there’s one sure way to make myself happy. Is it chocolate? Shopping? Nope. It’s writing. It always has been. That love affair is pleasurable beyond any words I could put on a page. And more exciting… now writing is more than a hobby, with school, it’s a MUST. I’m getting wonderful story ideas and writing pieces that could essentially turn into bigger pieces, as well as critical information from my peers about what works, what doesn’t, and I’ve got a professor who teaches us the craft with the greatest of passion. Becoming a student again has taught me not only how much better to work with my own students, but it’s helped me FORCE myself to get on a schedule. And I’m getting there with that… I mean I do carve out that school work time, and it’s usually successful… until I accidentally open a new word document and start dabbling with a new project. I’ve actually finished writing and editing two books, both novellas, in the last month! It feels wonderful to be consumed with writing at so many different levels, professionally, personally, and now in my education. I’d like to share with you one of my assignments. Tell me what you think! Did I get it right?


Write a story where a character thinks he or she wants one thing and is determined to get it, but what they really want is something else, so their actions take them in a direction they didn’t expect.


    “I’ll see you later.” Darren presses his lips firmly into mine, grabbing me by the waist and locking me into place before him. Our kiss is long, our breathing fast. My husband’s  photo witnesses our discretion.

     Darren and I exit through the back of my office building. It’s already late out. One last peck and embrace, and it feels like we have to peel away from each other. And that’s how it started, a string of affairs that began and blossomed into something much stronger than a few simple flings

     Six months later, I’ve hardly touched my husband, Tim, and his attempts to reconcile us are futile.

     “My sweet Juliette, you are my everything.”

     “My love, I thought of you all day today.”

     These notes were usually attached to some kind of token, a new purse, a flower bouquet, a pretty lipstick.

     The breakfasts in bed are very inconvenient, usually occurring when I have an early work meeting, or in most cases, an early morning rendezvous. I even yelled at him last week when he dropped in on me at work with a surprise lunch from my favorite restaurant. His visit was a close call. He missed his best friend, Darren by a literal 15 seconds.


     The darkness of the bedroom swallows us. There is no sun today. Appropriately hidden away, withholding its brightness, its joy, I’m left to the merciless rain clouds, and I deserve them. The rain taps at the window as if asking permission to come in. Perhaps it wants to wash away our sins, but I don’t think so.

     My high heels, his Nikes are left unworn, littering the side of the bed along with the clothes we shed in our haste.

     “Look at you!” Darren smiles in appreciation and slaps my abs.

     “What?” I shy away, my eyes looking down and to the side.

     “You’re just so… amazing. So fit. I wish Julie was this fit.”

     I bite the inside of my cheek. While I hate for him to mention Julie, I feel offended for her. “Julie has had three of your kids, you know?” I snap back. But why defend her? I’m no better, sleeping with her husband.

     “Yeah, well, she didn’t have to let herself go. I’m sure you wouldn’t let yourself go. I mean, why would you let all this go just because you’ll be fat for nine months?”

     And there it goes again. The mouth that is a double-edged sword. While it can bring immense pleasure, it also ruins him, almost every time he opens it, I’ve learned.

     I’m quiet.

     “What? You’re mad now?”

     He tries to tickle me, but I push his hands away.

     In frustration he lays back down onto the pillows, the disheveled blankets settling under his bare body.

     “I’m a good husband, you know.  He folds his arms. “And a good boyfriend. Or… whatever you call this.”

     The shift in our once passionate and new relationship is beginning to show. These tiffs are becoming more frequent. It must be frustration. An affair, especially one with emotion, is difficult to weather.

     “I never said you weren’t a good husband.” I only thought it.

     “I just sent them to Disneyland. They are having a blast on my dollar. I cleared the house for two days and bought you a plane ticket to show your husband so he’d think you were out of town for work. What more do you want?”

     “I want you, I guess.”

     “Well, you have me.”

     My silence is enough of an answer as to how I feel about that.

     At about noon, the fairytale is over. I pack up my small suitcase and pull out of Darren’s three-car garage in the airport rental car. I know this whole set-up is a very rare event, but is it really worth all the trouble?

     Before I left, he kissed me passionately and reminded me that soon, he’d leave Julie and I’d leave Tim. I feel guilty as I pass the large portrait of his children framed over the fireplace. But at least he’s already got children. I’ll never have to worry about that.


     When I pull up to the house, my husband is waiting at the door with a dozen roses.

     “How was your trip?” His smile is wide.

     “It was okay.” I take the bouquet and feel so unworthy of him.

     He pulls me into his tight embrace and inhales. My roses are crushed against my chest, and I wish those thorns would stab me in the heart.

     When we enter our home, I only briefly glimpse at our fireplace. There is no portrait of children there.

     Tim guides me into the kitchen. It’s filled with the smell of spices and peppers..

     “Walah!” Tim is proud. Teriyaki chicken and rice adorns our table along with a chocolate cake.


     I feel dirty as I make love to him that night and overcompensate in trying to please him. He is so grateful.

     As we lay in the dark of our den, he pulls me into him. I reach up and kiss his chin.

     “You’re amazing,” he says.

     “No. I’m not,” again I protest.

     I’m horrible. I should be pulling away, not making him want me more.

     “I missed you so much. Those two days apart really made me think of how I don’t show you enough, just how much I love you.”

     “Yes you do. Of course you do. I know every day that you love me.”

     I have to stop my hands from slapping my mouth closed. With that admission, I feel something in me turn.

     The next morning, Tim’s high school sweetheart, Victoria, comes into the office. We ran into her once at a community event. He introduced her as a friend, only telling me later how serious they were. If you can really even be serious at 17, that is. She needs legal representation for her divorce. I pretend I still don’t know she and Tim were an item so long ago, but I have a brilliant idea. I open my heart to this woman and listen to her pour out hers, and I make her feel like I am the kindest, most giving woman in the world. Not only do I agree to handle her divorce for almost pennies, I convince her that Tim would be so happy to see her and she should come over for dinner.  She doesn’t hesitate, as she’s shared all of her pain with me and thinks we’re now bonded. I grin as she leaves, certain that if I can reconnect these two, surely a relationship will come of it, and my troubles with Tim will be over. I’ll willingly give him to her.


     I can see Tim’s face turn seven shades of red when I tell him she’s coming. I play the pity card.

     “Tim, I couldn’t help it. She was so needy, so sad. I just threw the invitation out there.”

     The doorbell rings and ushers in two hours of eating, drinks and conversation.

     I pause only for a brief second when she lays a hand on Tim’s shoulder. Their laughter dances around the dining room. She’s behaving completely out of bounds. I can see she’s tipsy, but unfortunately, so am I. Tim observes us both and offers to drive her home. When my anger surges, I remind myself that this is what I want, what I need to happen. If Tim and I are over, I know Darren will feel the pressure to leave Julie.

     Tim takes longer than I think he should have, and he explains to me that he had to walk Victoria up to her apartment. He appears nervous, shaken. He can’t meet my eyes. I wonder if she made a pass at him, if he accepted, but it’s not my place to ask. He’s acting the same way I do after my meetings with Darren, but I’m too tired to press the matter and fall asleep until it’s time to get ready for work.


     During my lunch hour I get a text from Tim that we’re meeting Darren and Julie for dinner. I feel like Darren and I are mocking Julie and Tim when we have these double dates, especially when Darren is rubbing me under the table at the restaurant.


     At six on the dot, Tim is pulling up to my building and we’re headed over to Soirée. When we walk in, Tim takes my hand and I’m startled. I hate to show affection in front of Darren. As we take our seats my eyes meet Darren’s, and I smile. I settle in beside him in our four-person table, and feel my cheeks burn when his leg presses into mine.

     I laugh at Tim in my head. He’s so pathetic. But my boisterous thoughts are stopped in their tracks, and my mouth hangs open when our waitress greets us and it’s none other than the now Miss Victoria. I feel betrayed. After our heart to heart in my office, she failed to tell me that she works here. I’d of avoided it like the plague. \

     I look at Tim who’s lit up like a Christmas tree, and Victoria is the same. She takes our drink orders, stuttering throughout, dropping menus, avoiding Tim’s gaze.

     “What’s wrong with that one?” Julie chuckles.

     I throw a glare at Tim who shrugs his shoulders.

     “Excuse me,” Tim gets up and heads for the restroom.

     I peer my head trying to see if that’s where he really goes, and if Victoria is anywhere near him. Coincidentally, Julie excuses herself too, and as soon as her back is turned, Darren is groping me under the table.

     “I’ve missed you.”

    I’m completely unfocused, watching for Tim and Victoria that I barely hear Darren.

    “Hellooo?” He’s annoyed.

     I settle into my seat as Tim returns, my eyes glued on him, gaging his behavior.

     Darren gives my leg one last squeeze before Julie returns and takes her place at the table again.

     Suddenly, Victoria returns with our drinks, still flustered, and Tim is again bright red.

     When she takes our orders and walks away, I can’t take it any longer.

     “Is there something you need to say?”

     My eyes cannot be lifted from the tablecloth.

     “Perhaps something you want to admit to your wife?”

     I can feel the gaze of everyone burning into my head, but it’s Darren’s voice that jolts me to attention.

     “Juliette, what are you doing?”

     Then comes Julie’s frantic voice. “What’s she talking about, Darren?”

     “Julie, it’s not what you think. I swear.”

     I force myself to look up and see Julie’s face contorted to that of a demon’s.

     I can’t find my voice. I’m trying to clarify that it was a question intended for Tim, but I can’t make myself speak.

     Julie’s chair scrapes and she darts away and Darren follows close behind her pleading with her. He wants her. But I realize that I don’t care.

     “What was that about?” Tim has suddenly forgotten his own hot seat.

     “That question was intended for you.

     “Me?” He sounds confused.

     “Yeah, you. The man who can’t even look at me when Victoria comes to the table.” I’m trying my very best to adjust to these emotions that are making me believe that I care about Tim, that I’m happy Darren’s wife knows he’s scum, and if she stays with him he’ll be on a tight leash, one too tight for meet ups with me.

     “Victoria came onto me that night. I put her in her place, and came straight home. She wasn’t herself, I understand that, but either way, it’s embarrassing to see her, and yes, I feel very guilty. I’ve wrestled all this time with how to tell you. I know you’re fond of her.”

     Once again, Tim is proving to me how unworthy of him I am.

     “Well, why avoid her? You can be with her, you know. She can probably give you babies, too.” I am spitting fire.

     “I don’t want babies if I can’t have them with you.”

     “You can’t have them with me because I can’t have them.”

     “Then I’m content enough with only you.” He reaches for my hand but I pull it away as though I’ve touched a hot pan.

     “I’m not good enough for you.” I can feel tears blooming. It’s finally been said. I’ve carried it within me for far too long, and I finally feel free.

     Tim moves his chair closer to mine and holds me to him.

     “You are perfect,” he whispers and kisses the top of my head.

     I’m not perfect, but Tim is. I finally allow myself to accept how much I love this man. I’m tired of fighting that. I feel the world leave my shoulders as I accept this. I love him. I really and truly love him.

    He throws a wad of cash onto the table and we head for the exit. We walk past Victoria who stops and stares while I smirk a little. I guess I can’t represent her anymore. We exit into the night and see Julie and Darren hugging at their BMW. It doesn’t look like he named me by the way she waves goodbye. But Darren’s eyes are quick to see my and Tim’s hands locked. I’m sure I’ll hear from him tomorrow. But for now, for right now, I’m in love, and it’s with my husband. Our fingers intertwine in a special dance and we head for the car.