Sophie would simply tell the truth. Well, not quite all of it. She couldn't go as far as confessing having simply invented a fictitious wedding date. She had her story in place by the time she parked outside St David's Medical Centre on Tuesday morning. I rang Greg to discuss the wedding arrangements, she would say, and we had a long talk. Would you believe we decided that we didn't really want to get married after all? It bothered Sophie considerably that it would take another lie to cover up the first. Tangled webs and all that, she warned herself. She could imagine the surprise with which her colleagues would greet her news. Perhaps if she told Toni first then the news could filter through and they could all have a chat about it when she wasn't there. Janet would look sympathetic but wise. Her romances always seemed to end in disaster. Toni would be disappointed. At thirty-three, St David's practice manager had never been married and didn't appear to have anyone special in her life, and she absolutely loved weddings and babies.
