"Would it be a serious breach of etiquette to run out on my own wedding?" This is the question Becky Steele asks herself as she clings to the window ledge of her parents' bathroom, grimly regarding the 10-foot drop into the dustbins below. She stares in disbelief at the meringue dress for which she has drunk only skimmed water for four weeks to fit into. Why can't Becky commit to Julian, human rights lawyer, and her Knight in Shining Armani? Yes, Julian's the right man, but has she had enough wrong ones?