Happily Ever Madder: Misadventures of a Mad Fat Girl
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Diary of a Mad Fat Girl’s plus-sized spitfire Graciela “Ace” Jones returns in a hilarious new adventure from New York Times bestselling author Stephanie McAfee.
Ace has left the tiny Mississippi town of Bugtussle for the palm fronds and mojitos of Pelican Cove, Florida. She’s finally opening her long-dreamed-of art gallery, is kick-starting a life with her fiancé, Mason, and has vowed to leave her straight-talking, sassy ways behind her. From now on, she’s going to be as sweet as sugar. Unfortunately, something comes along to sour her plans.
That something is Mrs. Lenore Kennashaw and her coterie of crones. They’re a bunch of snippy, snarky, and just plain mean ’ol ladies who aren’t quite as smart or rich as they’d like to think they are. But that doesn’t stop them from treating everyone else like second-class citizens. And when Ace inadvertently takes some of the steam from Mrs. Kennashaw’s stride, she becomes their #1 enemy. But with the support of a new group of fabulous friends, as well as her friends from Bugtussle—and her always-faithful chiweenie Buster Loo—Ace will find a way to make it, even if she has to throw some weight around…
much for bringing dinner,” Allison says sweetly, getting up. “And thanks for calling to see what I wanted. I appreciate it.” “Don’t mention it, Allison,” I say, thinking that no one in their right mind would bring hot wings to a girl like Allison Dexter McCall. “And I’m sorry you had to witness my barbarous husband sucking chicken meat off a bone,” she says and shivers at the thought. “He’s so disgusting.” “Aw, that’s why you love him, Allison,” Mason says. “Maybe,” she says
vehicle Tia Wescott drives. I order a beer and finish it and one more by the time she arrives at five minutes past noon. “Hey!” she says, waving. “Sorry I’m late. How are you?” She’s wearing short denim shorts and a coral tank top. I can’t help but notice that her short legs are very toned and nicely tanned. “I’m great!” I reply. “Not that I’m a stalker or anything, but I didn’t see you come through the parking lot.” “Oh, I walked,” she says, waving toward a residential area
again about how I need to get over this ridiculous crush. I take a deep breath and open the door. I look around and don’t see him or them inside. I walk to the door that leads out onto the deck and see Jalena and Tia at a table off to the side, but there is no sign of Kevin. Relieved, I go out and join them. Jalena is sipping on a draft beer, and Tia is drinking Diet Pepsi, and I order a beer, then spend a few minutes hoping against hope that Kevin Jacobs doesn’t show up tonight,
that’s great and then starts talking about that case they’re working on while I sip coffee and do my best to look interested. During a break in the discourse, I ask him if he’d like to get dressed and go have breakfast at Round House Pancakes. Lucky for me, he does, and forty-five minutes later, I’m still listening to him talk about work, but at least I’ve got a short stack to help me see the conversation through to the end. We exchange hugs in the parking lot, and he goes off to work and I
this.” “That exactly what I was thinking,” I tell him. Unless Jalena and I get caught trying to pull this stunt tonight and get banned from this organization forever. After dinner, the speeches start and I excuse myself and go to the restroom so I can check my phone. Chatty-Cathy-come-lately gets up to go with me, so I have to actually go into a stall and pretend to pee. I see where I received a text from Jalena forty minutes ago that says our box of programs has been handed out.