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“Great! Look, I was just thinking about the wedding, actually…”

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“Oh yes? Graham, turn the television down.”

“It was just occurring to me… just as a possibility”—I give a shrill laugh—“that Luke and I could get married in America!”

“America?” There’s a long pause. “What do you mean, America?”

“It was just a thought! You know, since Luke and I live here already…”

“You’ve lived there for one year, Becky!” Mum sounds quite shocked. “This is your home!”

“Well, yes… but I was just thinking…” I say feebly.

Somehow I was hoping that Mum would say “What a fantastic idea!” and make it really easy.

“How would we organize a wedding in America?”

“I don’t know!” I swallow. “Maybe we could have it at a… a big hotel.”

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“A hotel?” Mum sounds as though I’ve gone mad.

“And maybe Elinor would help…” I plow on. “I’m sure she’d contribute… you know, if it was more expensive…”

There’s a sharp intake of breath at the other end of the phone and I wince. Damn. I should never have mentioned Elinor.

“Yes, well. We don’t want her contributions, thank you. We can manage very well by ourselves. Is this Elinor’s idea, then, a hotel? Does she think we can’t put on a nice wedding?”

“No!” I say hastily. “It’s just… it’s nothing! I was just…”

“Dad says, if she’s so keen on hotels, she can stay at one instead of with us.”

Oh God. I’m just making everything worse.

“Look… forget it. It was a silly idea.” I rub my face. “So — how are the plans going?”

We chat for a few more minutes, and I hear all about the nice man from the marquee company and how his quote was very reasonable, and how his son was at school with cousin Alex, isn’t it a small world? By the end of our conversation Mum sounds completely mollified and all talk of American hotels has been forgotten.

I say good-bye, turn off the phone, and exhale sharply. Right. Well, that’s decided. I might as well call Elinor and tell her. No point in hanging around.

I turn on my mobile again, dial two digits, and then stop.

On the other hand — is there any point in rushing straight into a decision?

I mean, you never know. Maybe Mum and Dad will talk it over this evening and change their minds. Maybe they’ll come out to have a look. Maybe if they actually saw the Plaza… if they saw how magical it was all going to be… how luxurious… how glamorous… I can’t quite bear to give it up. Not quite yet.

When I get home, Luke is sitting at the table, frowning over some papers.

“You came home early!” I say, pleased.

“I had some papers to go over,” says Luke. “Thought I’d get some peace and quiet here.”

“Oh, right.”

As I get near I see that they’re all headed “The Elinor Sherman Foundation.” I open my mouth to say something — then close it again.

“So,” he says, looking up with a little smile, “what did you think of the Plaza?”

“You knew about it?” I stare at him.

“Yes. Of course I did. I would have come along too if I hadn’t had a lunch appointment.”

“But, Luke…” I take a deep breath, trying not to overreact. “You know my mother’s planning a wedding in England.”

“It’s early days, surely?”

“You shouldn’t have just fixed up a meeting like that!”

“My mother thought it would be a good way to surprise you. So did I.”

“Spring it on me, you mean!” I retort crossly, and Luke looks at me, puzzled.

“Didn’t you like the Plaza? I thought you’d be overwhelmed!”

“Of course I liked it. That’s not the point.”

“I know how much you’ve always wanted a big, magnificent wedding. When my mother offered to host a wedding at the Plaza, it seemed like a gift. In fact, it was my idea to surprise you. I thought you’d be thrilled.”

He looks a bit deflated and immediately guilt pours over me. It hadn’t occurred to me that Luke might have been in on the whole thing.

“Luke, I am thrilled! It’s just… I don’t think Mum would be very happy, us getting married in America.”

“Can’t you talk her round?”

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