Please could everyone involved be in the church by 4 p.m. PS Just think – no more bossy emails … Lara scrutinized the street map on-line and printed out a copy. She ran through the list. Dress, shoes, first aid, sewing kit … It was very warm: an Indian summer had arrived, and the city street was airless. As she ferried her luggage in and out of the house, the sun beat on her bare skin and the plastic bag protecting her wedding outfit wilted. By mid-morning the car was loaded and she had checked the overnight bookings in the two hotels, as she had been asked. Eve and Jasmine were staying at Membury and she had a room at the White Boar. The to-ing and fro-ing over the arrangements had been considerable and Lara was trying not to mind that she had been relegated to the hotel. Eve had sent yet another email: ‘Lara, if you could keep an eye on the guests who are staying at the Boar I would be grateful.’ There was no affectionate sign-off.
