It’s magnificent! I really can’t decide whether to faint at the architectural splendour of it all or drool with envy. Like everything else about this wedding, Harewood House is such a perfect venue for an actress and rock star to hold their fairy-tale wedding, don’t you think?’ Scarlet clutched her chest and performed a theatrical swoon. Callie giggled. ‘Stop it. You’re reminding me of Tish.’ ‘Of course, our very own twenty-first-century Cinderella would have ordered the Georgian façade to be bedecked with a cornucopia of pink ribbon and lily of the valley wreaths, and the coats of the prancing ponies welcoming us out front would have to be dyed to match the bridesmaids’ dresses.’ ‘Oooh, that sounds so romantic, Scarlet,’ sighed Flora before she executed a wide yawn in Callie’s face. Flora had complained the whole journey from King’s Cross to Leeds about missing out on her requisite nine hours of sleep and how early mornings played havoc with her delicate body clock.
