My story begins where most women hope theirs will end with a big, white wedding. After all, isn t that how every good fairy tale finishes? I thought so. And at 23, in love and engaged, it seemed my happy ever after was secure... That is until the man of my dreams died three weeks into our marriage. Look at me now: a 23 year old widow. You d never guess. I ve learnt to hide it well. Because the way I saw it, there were only two options... A) Dress in black, become a recluse and watch my wedding video on a loop? OR B) Decide falling in love again is out of the question and choose an easy, uncomplicated alternative sex...