She jumped out, ran to the house and started banging on the kitchen door before Jo had the chance to close the car doors, let alone gather up all the stuff required for the fitting. The kid was either beside herself with joy to see Jenny and Steph, or she was desperate to get away from Jo. It was hard to know which. Jenny swung the door open and ushered Ella inside. ‘Come on in when you’re ready, Jo,’ she called. ‘Righto.’ Jo opened the boot and grabbed the garment bag containing her bridesmaid’s dress and her make-up case. Apparently a beautician from Bellington would be there to do a make-up trial after the dressmaker was finished with them. The kitchen was abuzz with activity. Steph’s Aunty Sue was making tea, while her cousin, Madison, complained loudly that it wasn’t fair that her dress for the wedding was so babyish. ‘I’m fifteen, Mum, not five. I can’t see why I can’t have the same dress as Jo.’ ‘Speak of the devil. Here’s Jo now,’ said Sue. ‘Hello, love, how are you?
