and affection.
âThank you darling, I love you so so much,â Angie said, grabbing me for a hug, as the bride and groom went round the room saying their goodbyes.
âOh, and I love you too! Have a fabulous honeymoon. Take lots of piccies. I need to see what paradise looks like.â
âI will, I will and Iâll call you just as soon as I get back.â
In a shower of confetti, we waved Tom and Angie off as they climbed into the back of a waiting taxi ready to speed them off to the airport, and I was left with a funny feeling of regret, relief and happiness all rolled into one.
âAre you two coming back to ours for a cup of tea?â Even Diane, Angieâs mum, was getting in on the act now, talking to Alex and me as though we were a proper couple.
âThat sounds like a lovely idea, thank you, weâd love to,â said Alex, putting an arm around my shoulder, answering as if we actually were one. Not that I minded in the least, it was just what I needed at the moment, a lovely cup of tea.
Chapter Five
After three cups of tea, two shortbread biscuits, a slice of fruit cake, and a long and interesting chat with Gladys and Betty about Taylor Swift, her extensive back catalogue, her fashion high-fives and faux pas, plus the ins and outs of her love life which I knew nothing about but the sisters seemed to know everything about, I decided I really ought to go and do something to make myself useful. I rounded up some dirty plates and took them into the kitchen.
Alex was sitting on a kitchen stool, idly looking at his phone. Heâd lost his jacket now and had rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, his tie loose around his neck. He looked relaxed and totally at ease, putting away his phone in his pocket when he saw me.
âSo what time do you think the dancing starts?â he asked.
I laughed. His sense of mischievousness and fun shone in his eyes in a way that played havoc with my sensibilities. It had been a day of excess; the never ending glasses of champagne and wine had made me lightheaded, the delicious and abundant food had filled my tummy to the point where I thought I would never need to eat another thing again and the whole emotion of the occasion had made me thoughtful and fanciful. I glanced at my watch, it was definitely time to be going home.
âHa, didnât you hear, the band have rung and cancelled. Looks like thereâll be no dancing after all.â
âThatâs outrageous,â said Alex, shaking his head mockingly. âWhat kind of wedding reception is this? Should I go and ask Gladys if she would do me the honour?â He smiled, looking up at me under long eyelashes, the faintest of dark shadows beneath his eyes, lending him a vulnerability I hadnât noticed earlier.
âLook, Iâm probably going to make a move. I could do with a livener, if Iâm being honest. Do you fancy going back into town, finding a bar? What do you reckon?â
It was only a casual invitation, but I felt my heart flitter-flutter at the suggestion. At the same time Angieâs cautionary words rang in my ears. This guy was a player, someone to be avoided at all costs, but despite knowing that and my head telling me I should really say my goodbyes and get the hell out of here, there was something about Alex that I found intriguing and compelling and, if I was being honest with myself, totally and utterly attractive. Totally and utterly not my type, but what did that matter. We were just two people who had hooked up together at a wedding and were enjoying each otherâs company. I wanted the excitement of the day to carry on into the night. I was fed up being a sensible Sarah. Mum would be urging me to be bolder, have more fun. It was almost as if I could feel her on my shoulder egging me on. The spontaneity that was missing in my life was now knocking at my door, beckoning me outside to play and that was a much more appealing proposition than the thought of