After rings and kisses were exchanged, the mayor announced us husband and wife, and cheers and applause rang out. We were then beseeched by the mayor to pose for photos with him, and by thesecretario to make a one-hundred-thousand lire donation to the Comune di Diano San Pietro Children’s Fund. In theregistro for the Children’s Fund, my husband wrote, “Isn’t it a good thing we decided not to get married in Las Vegas like normal Americans?”

Then we all went across the street to the postino’s office to send off our telegrams, then to enjoy a wedding brunch at a restaurant that had agreed to open its doors early just for us.

It was at this brunch that we discovered Non-Fabrication Number Sixteen: Our landlady had worked for the SS, and had a son who was in jail for robbing all of the homes neighboring hers. Yes, the Nazi mother of a felon was the maid of honor at my wedding. And she’d been so nice! How was I supposed to have known?

Every Boy’s Got One ends with missives from the bride and groom’s families, expressing their eagerness to throw a party for the young couple whose marriage they’d initially been so vehemently against.

Non-Fabrication Number Seventeen: In real life, our parents’ reaction was not much different. At first puzzled as to whether or not the whole thing had been an April Fool’s joke, they soon came to believe the event had actually taken place, and began planning a wedding celebration on my mother’s back deck in Indiana.

Of course, the morning of the party, a tornado ripped through town, pulling the roof off a nearby church and causing the temperature to plummet and the yard to become strewn with leaves and branches, so that the guests, including myself, were forced to wear sweaters and step over bracken in order to get to the cooler holding the beer.

But then, I’d given up expecting anything to do with my wedding to go right, so I wasn’t the least surprised.

Still, nearly a dozen years later, there’s nothing I’d change about my wedding day—although I think it would have been a blast to be married in Castelfidardo… there’s something hilarious about having a wedding in the accordion-making capital of the world—which made writing about it for Every Boy’s Got One a breeze.

I’m glad that, for this book at least, when people ask me where I got the inspiration, I’ll have a ready answer.

Still, it’s important to note that there’s one thing that’s in the book that did NOT happen in real life:

Fabrication Number Four: Unlike some of my traveling companions, I actually knew better than to order the oysters.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

MEG CABOT was born in Bloomington, Indiana. She is the author of seven historical romances under the pseudonym Patricia Cabot, as well as the novels Boy Meets Girl, The Boy Next Door, She Went All the Way and the bestselling young adult fiction series The Princess Diaries . She lives in New York City and Florida with her husband.