"I stared at the ring on my finger. After the champagne, I had a vague memory of a tacky wedding chapel. I remember giggling as I carried a slightly grubby bunch of silk lilies down a short aisle. Married. I guess that meant that I wasn't a slut; I was an idiot." Can the biggest mistake in Donna's life eventually lead to something wonderful? It may all depend on her choices. Join Donna in her search for true love in these three stories. At the Turning...