There was a moment, just after we’d collapsed together, where a worried look came over her lovely face, and I thought for sure she was going to bolt. I was surprised by the depth of the ache in my chest at the idea of her leaving. I held her extra tight and whispered something filthy in her ear, ...
I rushed between the kitchen and marquee, checking dishes, instructing staff, rearranging the displays on the buffet. Libby and Sir Thomas arrived from their photography session, she fresh of face and laughing, and he stoic, his smile in his eyes. They looked so happy together. ...