Katy Peacock lives a life as colourful as her name. As a wedding photographer, she spends her days making other people smile as she captures all sorts of fun and capers at celebrations that range from the wacky to the wild. But her own life isn't looking quite so rosy. Her mum is acting out of character, her menacing ex is back on the scene, and she is torn between two gorgeous men. And that's before we even get started on the trouble her sister is causing ...As Katy weathers the ups and downs of the season, she revisits problems from the past, discovers new friendships and finds that four weddings and a fiasco have the power to change her world beyond measure.
So I am very happy to kick of this blog tour on the publication day of FOUR WEDDINGS & A FIASCO-and Catherine has written a short story and it will be spread out throughout this blog tour!
Check out the first chapter below
ONE BRIDE AND A BOMBSHELL
When I got the phone call from Dad about a photographer’s assistant job, I was so excited I almost swallowed my mint humbug whole.
I’d always wanted to be a photographer.
Ever since my granddad, who fancied himself as a bit of a David Bailey, gave me his old camera when I was about ten.
I was fascinated by this rather cumbersome machine. And even more so by the spooky ‘dark room’ in his house where we went to develop the photos. We soaked the blank squares in odd-smelling liquids and, hey presto, the pictures we’d taken would appear as if by magic.
The world of cameras moved on soon after that, with the arrival of the digital era, but I already had the bug.
After studying photography at college, then working at an advertising agency in London for a few years, I had settled on a plan.
I’d taken the photos at my cousin’s wedding as a favour when I was a student, and it was such a happy day.
I was even happier when I found I had a talent for creating beautiful wedding albums.
My mind was made up. One day, I was going to set myself up in business as a wedding photographer.
I didn’t doubt that I could make it happen. The only imponderable was how?
That’s why I was so excited when Dad phoned and told me about the advert he’d spotted in the Willows Edge newsagent’s.
Willows Edge was the village where I grew up. It was an hour’s drive from London, where I worked, and Mum and Dad still lived there, together with my sister, Sienna.
The advert, Dad told me, was for a wedding photographer’s assistant, based in Willows Edge, working weekends only.
Immediately, I knew it was my Big Opportunity.
I was so overcome, my legs went all shaky and I had to sit down.
If I was lucky enough to get the job, I could learn the ropes at weekends, while continuing with my work as a photographer at the advertising agency, where I’ve been since leaving college five years ago.
As Dad talked on, I was already planning how I could start salting money away, saving up for the time when I finally went solo as Peacock Wedding Photography….