Save the Date: A Novel - Softcover

Kass, Mallory

 
9781668094471: Save the Date: A Novel
Softcover
ISBN 10: 1668094479 ISBN 13: 9781668094471
Verlag: Atria, 2026

Inhaltsangabe

A romantic comedy of manners about a lavish wedding weekend gone very, very wrong with the slow-burn romance of Emily Henry and the fizzy humor of Sophie Kinsella.

The Bride: Beautiful, seemingly carefree Marigold is tired of being treated like a shallow it-girl. That’s one of the many reasons she’s excited to marry Jonathan—the handsome, kind, respectable doctor of her dreams. So when a shocking secret from her past threatens to ruin her wedding, she’ll do anything to make it disappear...even if it means tracking down a man she vowed to avoid forever.

The Maid of Honor: As the bride’s best friend, all Natalie wants is for this wedding to go off without a hitch. There’s only one problem: Natalie has secretly been in love with the groom since college. When Marigold disappears, Natalie is forced to ask whether she can keep burying her feelings for the sake of friendship...or if she’s ready to risk everything to pursue her own happy ending.

The Sister: Olivia has spent her life cleaning up Marigold’s messes. So she’s determined to keep the wedding on track for the sake of their mother, who’s battling cancer and longs for one last perfect weekend. But when Jonathan’s best man—a prickly academic with a heart of gold—ropes her into a fake dating scheme, sparks unexpectedly fly. Will Olivia sacrifice her own happiness again, or could this fake relationship turn into the truest choice she’s ever made?

Heartwarming, hilarious, and sparklingly romantic, Save the Date will have you cheering for love in all its messy, unexpected glory.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Mallory Kass, also known by the pen name Kass Morgan, is the New York Times bestselling author of numerous young adult novels, including the series The 100, which has been translated into over twenty languages and was adapted into a critically acclaimed hit television series. Save the Date is her adult fiction debut. Follow her on X @KassMorganBooks. 

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Prologue Prologue
The ceremony was scheduled to start at five p.m., which meant that at 4:55, people began to drift toward the white folding chairs that clung to the edge of the rocky bluff like sea-foam. The advanced guard was composed of the oldest guests who worried about being late, and the youngest guests who were keen to secure an unobstructed view of the lilac-wreathed altar so their photos would be grid-worthy. The majority remained under the tent until 5:10, knowing full well that these things never started on time and that it’d be foolish to leave the shade—and the open bar—earlier than necessary.

By 5:20, nearly everyone was seated, even the women most worried about sweating off their makeup. The string quartet was on their second movement, and the excited chatter began to give way to muted grumbles. “So typical of her,” one guest muttered as she fanned herself with the program.

At 5:35, necks were beginning to pinch from the strain of twisting to scan the bluff for signs of movement. A few minutes later, whispers rippled through the crowd as wide-eyed guests cupped their hands to their dates’ ears, or frantically texted friends sitting in other rows. “Holy shit,” a man in a seersucker suit said, staring at his phone. “I don’t think they’re coming.” A few paces away, the wedding planner stood in her pink suit, her matching lips frozen in a huge, unnatural grin while she spoke ventriloquist-like into her headset. They’d missed their window. Now the altar would have to be moved six inches to the right in order to frame the setting sun, a process far too messy and laborious to perform in front of guests in their light-colored, dry-clean-only finery.

By 5:45, the whispers had given way to a tense, uneasy silence, and the live music took on a slightly manic, desperate quality. Some of the guests were on Zola.com, reading the refund policy on wedding gifts purchased online. A few of the bride’s friends were drafting texts in their Notes app, planning the supportive missives they’d send once the news was confirmed. Love you, girl. Don’t worry—we’re all here for you. Or You’re so brave to listen to your heart!

The wedding planner’s head shot up, eyes widening as she clutched her earpiece. She nodded crisply. “Roger that.” She caught the violinist’s eye and nodded again. A moment later, the musicians seamlessly transitioned to Pachelbel’s Canon, their bows seeming to sigh with relief as they slid across the strings. The guests swiveled and looked around, some faces clearly relieved, others visibly disappointed that the drama was ending.

Or was it?

The couple appeared at the top of the aisle, standing hand in hand as they surveyed their guests with warm smiles. But something was wrong, and the guests squinted for a better look. “Wait,” a woman whispered to her friend. “She’s not…”

“Nope,” her friend confirmed. “Definitely not. What the hell is…”

She trailed off as the officiant cleared his throat. “Dearly beloved, please rise.”


Chapter One: Natalie CHAPTER ONE Natalie
Just relax, Natalie told herself as she approached the check-in desk of the Sandpiper Inn, her best friend’s wedding dress draped over her shoulder. You have every right to be here. The reservation is literally in your name. But even after a decade of friendship, Natalie still felt like an impostor in Marigold’s world.

Part of the problem was that the goalposts kept shifting. It took years before Natalie could make it through dinner with Marigold’s family without making a faux pas like asking for parmesan on her seafood pasta or, horror of horrors, ordering a cappuccino with dessert. (“They’d ban you from Italy for life for that!” Marigold’s stepfather, Bill, had said with a smile. When a red-cheeked Natalie had tried to laugh it off, faux-pleading, “Please don’t report me; I’ve always wanted to go to Italy!” an awkward, pitying silence fell over the table as if Natalie had just admitted she’d grown up without indoor plumbing.) Then just as she found her footing in Marigold’s Manhattan, she was dropped into places with entirely new social minefields to navigate. Who knew you weren’t supposed to wear shoes on a yacht? Or that inquiring what a European did for a living was as uncouth as asking So, how big is your penis?

But this weekend would be different. Natalie wasn’t Marigold’s plus-one at a gala fundraiser where tickets cost more than her yearly salary. She was the maid of honor, a veritable VIP in the wedding world. She half expected to hear murmurs of excitement when she entered the inn with Marigold’s dress. But no one even looked up as Natalie struggled toward the reception area, dragging her heavy suitcases and the cumbersome garment bag. Not even the suited woman behind the desk.

“Hi there,” Natalie said, suppressing a grimace. Hi there was one of the phrases that only slipped out during awkward interactions with strangers. The worst was Have a good one!, which she’d inexplicably started saying after she’d turned thirty, a change as bewildering and unwelcome as the errant chin hairs she’d begun plucking around the same time.

The suited woman behind the desk looked up. “Hello. How can I help?” She had an unplaceable accent—maybe a Brit who’d moved to the US in high school and studied abroad in Sweden?

“I’d like to check in, please. The reservation is under Natalie Pickard.”

“Check-in is at three p.m.,” the woman said with a tight smile.

“I know. But I called last week to confirm early check-in? And I also called yesterday to double-check and was told it wouldn’t be a problem?”

“Check-in is at three p.m.,” the woman repeated. Her tone implied that if Natalie had heard otherwise, it was because she’d hallucinated the conversation or was simply too dense to comprehend the information she’d been given. “You’re welcome to leave your luggage here, if you wish, and we’ll bring it up when your room is ready. At three p.m.”

With a sigh, Natalie hoisted the garment bag onto her shoulder and staggered over to a pair of leather armchairs. The Sandpiper Inn looked like it’d been unchanged since its 1816 founding—all polished mahogany, brass handles, antique silver candlesticks, and oil paintings of distinguished sea captains and wave-tossed whaling ships. Under normal circumstances, Natalie would’ve been delighted to sit and people-watch, relishing how far she’d come from the Cleveland suburbs where she’d grown up. But not when she had urgent errands to run and a twelve-thousand-dollar dress in her possession. She glanced at her phone—it was almost two p.m. and she had to be back at the ferry dock by three to meet the courier delivering the wedding rings. Natalie didn’t mind leaving her suitcases with the bellhop, but she couldn’t risk letting Marigold’s wedding dress out of her sight. Then again, wasn’t it...

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Verlag
Atria
Erscheinungsdatum
2026
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1668094479
ISBN 13 
9781668094471
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Anzahl der Seiten
336
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