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clouded my judgment. It was wrong of me.” Her gaze drifts across the road to Sam. “He’s the
one, isn’t he?”
I nod, and her face softens like a crumpled rose petal being released.
“Go on, then. Go.”
And without waiting a beat longer, I walk down the steps, across the road, dodging the
cars, ignoring the hooting horns, tearing off my veil, until I’m a foot away from Sam. For a
moment we just stand there, facing each other, breathing hard.
“So you’ve been sending a few texts,” I say at last.
“A couple.” Sam nods.
“Interesting.” I nod back. “Did Lucinda help out?”
“She turned out to be pretty keen to derail the wedding,” Sam says, looking amused.
“But I don’t understand. How did you even find her?”
“She has a pretty fancy website.” Sam smiles wryly. “I called her mobile and she was
only too eager to help. In fact, she sent the text for me. Didn’t you know that you have some
state-of-the-art automatic mechanism to contact all the guests?”
Lucinda’s text-alert system. It finally came in useful.
I shift my bouquet to the other hand. I never realized how heavy flowers were.
“That’s a pretty fancy outfit for Starbucks.” Sam is eyeing me up and down.
“I always wear a wedding dress for coffee dates. I think it adds a nice touch, don’t you?”
I glance back at the church and can’t help giggling. The entire congregation seems to
have spilled out of the church and is standing on the pavement like an audience.
“What are they waiting to see?” Sam follows my gaze, and I shrug.
“Who knows? You could always do a dance. Or tell a joke. Or … kiss the bride?”
“Not the bride.” He wraps his arms around me and gradually pulls me close. Our noses
are practically touching. I can see right into his eyes. I can feel the warmth of his skin. “You.”
“Me.”
“The girl who stole my phone.” His lips brush against the corner of my mouth. “The
thief.”
“It was in a bin.”
“Still stealing.”
“No, it isn’t—” I begin, but now his mouth is firmly on mine and I can’t speak at all.
And suddenly life is good.
I know that things are still uncertain; I know that reality hasn’t gone away. There’ll be
explanations and recriminations and messiness. But right now I’m entwined with a man I think I
might love. And I haven’t married the man I know I don’t love. And from where I’m looking,
that’s pretty good going, for now.
At last we draw away from each other, and across the road I can hear A
in appreciation. Which is pretty tacky of her, but that’s just A
“I brought you some reading matter, by the way,” Sam says. “In case there was a dull
moment.”
He reaches inside his jacket and produces a bundle of coffee-stained A4 papers. And as I
see them, there’s a thickening in my chest. He kept them. Even after we parted so badly. He kept
our texts.
“Any good?” I manage a nonchalant tone.
“Not bad.” He flips through them, then lifts his head. “Looking forward to the sequel.”
“Really?” And now the way he’s looking at me is making me tingle all over. “So, do you
know what happens next?”
“Oh … I have a fair idea.” He trails his fingers down my neck, and I feel an instant bolt
of lust. I am totally ready for my honeymoon night.109 I don’t need the champagne or the
canapés or the three-course di
But, on the other hand, there’s the small matter of two hundred people standing across the
street, watching me, as though waiting for instructions. Some of them have traveled for miles. I
can’t bail out on them.
“So … we’ve got this party,” I say tentatively to Sam. “It’s, like, all my friends and
family, all at once, in a really intimidating bunch, plus all the friends and family of the guy I was
supposed to marry today. And sugared almonds. You want to come?”
Sam raises his eyebrows. “You think Magnus will shoot me?”
“Du
else, watching us. But as far as I can tell, he doesn’t look too homicidal.110 “I don’t think so.
Shall I send him a text and ask him?”
“If you like.” Sam shrugs, taking out his own phone.
Magnus. This guy I’m standing with is Sam. I know this isn’t exactly usual—but can I
bring him to our wedding reception? Poppy xxx
PS—why don’t you bring a guest too??
A moment later I get a response.
If you must. Mag
Which isn’t exactly enthusiastic but doesn’t sound like he’s pla
either.111
I’m about to put my phone away when it bleeps again, and I stare in surprise. It’s a text
from Sam. He must have just sent it a few seconds ago. Without looking at him, I open it to see:
<3
It’s a heart. He sent me a love heart. Without even saying anything. Like a little secret.
My eyes feel hot, but somehow I manage to stay calm as I type my reply:
Me too.
I want to add more … but, no. More can come later.
I press send then look up with a bright smile, take Sam by the arm, and draw up my train
out of the dusty pavement.
“So. Come on, then. Let’s hit my wedding.”
THE END