Altar ego

"Query. Would it be a serious breach of etiquette to run out on my own wedding? This is the question Becky Steele asks herself as she clings to the window ledge of her parents bathroom, grimly regarding the ten-foot drop into the dustbins below. She stares in disbelief at the meringue dress for which she has drunk only skimmed water for four weeks to fit into. This is a fairytale wedding, all right. Scripted by the Brothers Grimm. The jiltee is Julian, human rights lawyer. He airs the world's dirty linen for a living. Basically, the man frees underdogs from their kennels. So why can't Becky commit to this Knight in Shining Armani? Because as far as she's concerned, the word commit should only be used next to the word murder which marriage surely is. Once married, will she ever again get the urge to lambada naked in front of her pets? Ever again be a painter of towns? Yes, Julian's the right man. But has Becky had enough wrong ones?"--Provided by publisher.