My parents, Michael and Selina Henderson, fed my habit by frequently displaying their affection, leading me to believe there was such a thing as true love.
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As a young girl, when I went to sleep each night I’d dream of the perfect Prince Charming.
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As vision of romantic gestures danced in my head...
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I lived and breathed romance.
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I got my heart broken a lot...
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But stupid me, I held onto my belief in happily-ever-after, even when my first fiancé, Robert, dumped me at the altar.
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And when I met Trace Hoolihan, I thought at last, here's my knight in shining armor.
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My three best friends . . .
Delaney
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Tish
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Jillian
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…urged me to wish on the magic wish-fulfilling wedding veil Delaney had found in an odd little Houston consignment shop. The veil got both Delaney and Tish the men of their dreams. They wanted me to make a wish on it, just to make sure Trace was The One.
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But I stupidly clung to my dreams. I was so sure I'd found Mr. Right.
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Then reality set in. On my wedding day, just before Trace and I were about to say “I do”, his cell phone rang. It was the Chicago Bears picking up his contract. The wedding was off. Trace was on his way to Chicago and my parents broke the news they were divorcing after twenty-seven years of marriage. I had to face the truth.
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I was at the end of my rope.
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I realized it was time to let go of my dreams, take off the Cinderella Slippers...
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And lace up the combat boots.
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