The assistants are very solicitous. Almost respectful. I’ve seen quite a nice solitaire. Just one diamond in a simple gold setting. I’m sure Eamon would like it. He’s fond of understatement. It would be nice to show off my ring. Flash it around a bit. I wonder who I should invite to the wedding… if I have one.
I wouldn’t want it to be too fussy. Just a gathering of family and close friends. I wonder if the California Cafe would do the reception. They have a nice function room which would be just the right size. I’d design the invitations myself. Do a line drawing of something suitable – though I’m not quite sure at the moment what that might be. I’d like my cream dress to have a slight pink tinge to it. I’d like it to be in raw silk and rustle a bit when I walked. I’d want it to have small embroidered blossoms that would match my sweet pea posy.
Dear God – how can I have decided all this? There is a vast conspiracy to make people marry. I see that even more clearly now I’ve shown some interest in the subject.
