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Waldorf, Minty? Do you want to go?’
    ‘What?’
    ‘We can’t stay here.’
    ‘What? Oh …no.’
    ‘You see, I don’t think Dom’s coming back and the next party’s starting to arrive. I suggest we all go to the Waldorf, try and calm down, and at least have a little lunch and plan what to do. Do you agree, Minty? Is that OK? Remember, it’s your day. We’ll all do exactly what you want!’
    ‘Well …yes, why not?’ I said, with a reasonableness that astounded me. I think I even tried to smile.
    ‘She’s in shock,’ Amber announced loudly. She put her arm round me. ‘You’re in shock, Minty. Don’t worry, it’s only to be expected.’
    ‘I’m sure everything’s going to be OK, Minty,’ said Helen, taking one of my hands in both hers. ‘I’m sure he’s just been possessed by some temporary …you know …insanity.’
    ‘I don’t think so,’ I said calmly. ‘Please could someone tell the photographer and the video chap to go home?’
    ‘What a bastard!’ said Amber, again.
    ‘Please, madam,’ repeated the vicar.
    ‘Come on, Minty,’ said Mum. ‘We’re going to the hotel!’ And she and Dad led me out of the church, one on each arm, as though I were an invalid. Indeed, the waiting Bentley might as well have been an ambulance – I half expected to see a blue flashing light revolving on its roof. And the shocked voices of the congregation were drowned out by the voices clamouring in my head. They said, Why? Why? Why? Why? WHY?
    ‘Um …this is a somewhat unusual situation,’ announced Charlie, as we all sat down to our vine-ripened tomatoes in the Waldorf’s Adelphi Suite half an hour later. He nervously fiddled with his buttonhole as he faced the assembled guests. ‘Now, I don’t want to speculate as to why Dominic seems to have got cold feet –’
    ‘Cold?’ interjected Amber acidly. ‘They were deep frozen.’
    ‘Thank you, Amber. As I say, I refuse to speculate about Dominic’s behaviour this morning,’ Charlie went on, ‘except to say that he has been working rather hard recently. Very hard, in fact. And he has seemed rather preoccupied lately, so, er, I suspect that er, professional pressure is largely to blame. And I think the best thing is if we just try to enjoy our lunch, and, er, try to, er, well …’ his voice trailed away ‘ …enjoy our lunch.’
    And the waiters came round with the Laurent Perrier – in the circumstances we’d decided not to have a reception line –and people drank it, and chatted in low, respectful voices. They sat huddled round their tables like spies, as they swapped theories about Dom’s dramatic exit.
    ‘– another woman?’ I heard someone ask.
    ‘– dunno.’
    ‘– already married?’
    ‘– nervous breakdown?’
    ‘– always a bit flaky.’
    ‘– totally humiliating.’
    ‘– what about the presents?’
    I was on the top table, of course, but instead of sitting there with my new husband, I was next to my bridesmaid and the best man, and my parents, brother and cousin. And Madge, unfortunately. She’d come along to the Waldorf, too.
    ‘Well, at least I got to wear my new Windsmoor,’ she said with a satisfied shrug. ‘It cost an absolute bomb.’
    ‘Windsmoor? I say ,’ said Amber incredulously. She seemed more outraged than me.
    ‘Do you have any notion as to why your son has done this?’ Dad enquired with stiff civility.
    ‘Well, I suppose he felt that it wasn’t right , and that he just couldn’t go through with it,’ she offered. ‘He’s got such integrity like that.’
    ‘Integrity!’ Amber spat.
    ‘Amber, Amber, please,’ said Charlie. ‘It doesn’t help.’
    ‘Nice tiara, by the way, Minty,’ said Madge.
    ‘Thanks.’
    ‘And you can keep the griddle pan.’ I was too shocked to take in this happy news.
    ‘Never mind, Minty, darling,’ said Mum, putting a solicitous arm round my shoulder. ‘I always thought the man was a first-class shyster and rotter, I can’t deny it, and –