In this charming and exciting women’s fiction novel, Giovanna Fletcher explores the complicated relationship between three friends―Maddy, her fiancé Rob, and their best friend Ben. Maddy, dressed in white, stands at the back of the church. At the end of the aisle is Rob―the man she’s about to marry. Next to Rob is Ben―best man and the best friend anyone could ever have. And that’s the problem. Because if it wasn’t Rob waiting for her at the altar, there’s a strong chance it would be Ben. Loyal and sensitive, Ben has always kept his feelings to himself, but if he told Maddy she was making a mistake, would she listen? And would he be right? Best friends since childhood, Maddy, Ben, and Rob thought their bond was unbreakable. But love changes everything. Maddy has a choice to make, but will she choose wisely? Her heart, and the hearts of the two best men she knows, depend on it... Romantic, suspenseful, and a whole lot of fun, You’re the One That I Want is a great read about friendship, love, and the decisions that we make. GIOVANNA FLETCHER is an actress, freelance journalist, and TV presenter who blogs for Hello! online. She is married to Tom Fletcher from McFly. She grew up in Essex and now lives outside of London. You're The One That I Want By Giovanna Fletcher St. Martin's Press Copyright © 2014 Giovanna Fletcher All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-250-07711-0 CHAPTER 1 Maddy TWENTY-SIX YEARS OLD ... Only fifty-two feet stood between me and my husband-to-be. All that was left for me to complete the transformation from Miss Maddy Hurst to Mrs. Maddy Miles was to walk that fifty-two feet and say my vows. Then I'd be able to leave the past behind and look to the future with security, dignity, and the love of a good man, knowing that I deserved to be receiving it. But even though I knew it was what I wanted, it was still the most difficult fifty-two feet I'd ever had to walk. I knew I was walking away from someone who had the potential to take me to new dizzying heights with his love — a love that was mine for the taking, but never truly within my reach. Perhaps if the circumstances were different we'd have had something magical. It pained me to be walking away from those feelings, from him, but I'd said all I needed to say. He knew I loved him and that my love for him was unconditional, as it had always been. "Give Me Joy in My Heart" started playing inside the church, tearing me away from my wandering thoughts, and letting me know it was time for my entrance. One by one the bridesmaids calmly walked through the giant wooden archway. Pearl, the last of the bunch, turned to give me a big wink before following suit, the little train of her mint chiffon dress floating behind her. "You ready?" asked my dad — who looked incredibly cute in his light gray suit and emerald-green tie — which I noticed was slightly wonky. His salt-and-pepper-colored hair was mostly covered up by a big top hat, which bizarrely made him appear shorter than usual, even though it gave him extra height. He looked as nervous as I did — something I wasn't prepared for! I straightened his tie and gave him a little nod. He checked over my veil in the way Mum had clearly instructed him to — so that it creased at the sides and not in front of my face. Then he stood beside me and lifted my arm before hooking it through his. "You look beautiful, Maddy," he whispered. "Thanks, Dad," I managed to say, the nerves seeming to have taken hold of me. "Feeling nervous?" Another nod. "You'll feel better when you see him. Come on, grip hold of your old man. It's time for your groom to see his bride," he said, firmly squeezing my arm into his side. At our cue, we started to walk at the steady pace we had agreed on — not so fast that we were almost running to the altar, but not so slow that people started yawning with boredom either. We'd practiced it that morning to ensure it wasn't a complete disaster. I found myself clutching tightly on to Dad's arm as we turned into the church and walked through its doors. A sea of faces welcomed us — all of the congregation were on their feet, looking at me with the broadest smiles I'd ever seen. And there were so many of them! It was a wonder to think we even knew that many people. During my wedding dress fittings I was told numerous times to enjoy that particular moment, to look at those faces, the ones of the people we both loved and admired, and bask in their warmth. Their love that day was for us. I'd been told to embrace it. But as I took in their faces, their happy smiles, filled with joy, they made the feeling that had been mounting in my chest for weeks tighten further. That was it. There was no going back. A surge of happiness bolted through me as I spotted him, staring back at me from the altar, looking simply divine. My wonderful man, Robert Miles — strong, reliable and loving. My best friend. I pursed my lips as my cheeks rose and tears sprang to my eyes at the very sight of him, look