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Extract 2

The vicar begins his ‘Dearly beloved’ speech, and I feel myself relax with pleasure. I’m going to relish every single, familiar word. This is like watching the start of a favourite movie, with my two best friends playing the main parts.

‘Susan, wilt thou take this man to thy wedded husband?’ The vicar’s got huge bushy eyebrows, which he raises at every question, as though he’s afraid the answer might be ‘no’. ‘Wilt thou love him, comfort him, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?’

There’s a pause – then Suze says, ‘I will,’ in a voice as clear as a bell.

I wish bridesmaids got to say something. It wouldn’t have to be anything very much. Just a quick ‘Yes’ or ‘I do’.

When we come to the bit where Suze and Tarquin have to hold hands, Suze gives me her bouquet, and I take the opportunity to turn round and have a quick peek at the congregation. The place is crammed to the gills, in fact there isn’t even room for everyone to sit down. There are lots of strapping men in kilts and women in velvet suits, and there’s Fenny and a whole crowd of her London friends, all wearing Philip Treacy hats, it looks like. And there’s Mum squashed up against Dad, with a tissue pressed to her eyes, too. She looks up and sees me and I smile – but all she does is give another sob.

I turn back and Suze and Tarquin are kneeling down, and the vicar is intoning severely, ‘Those whom God has joined together, let no man put asunder.’

I look at Suze as she beams radiantly at Tarquin. She’s completely lost in him. She belongs to him now. And, to my surprise, I suddenly feel slightly hollow inside. Suze is married. It’s all changed.

It’s a year since I went off to live in New York, and I’ve loved every minute of it. Of course I have. But subconsciously, I realize, I’ve always had it in the back of my mind that if everything went wrong, I could always come back to Fulham and have my old life with Suze. And now ... I can’t.

Suze doesn’t need me any more. She’s got someone else, who will always come first in her life. I watch as the vicar places his hands on Suze’s and Tarquin’s heads to bless them – and my throat feels a little tight as I remember all the times we’ve had together. The time I cooked a horrible curry to save money and she kept saying how delicious it was even while her mouth was burning. The time she tried to seduce my bank manager so he would extend my overdraft. Every time I’ve got myself into trouble, she’s been there for me.

And now it’s all over.

Suddenly I feel in need of a little reassurance. I turn round and quickly scan the rows of guests, looking for Luke’s face. For a few moments I can’t spot him, and although I keep wearing my confident smile, I feel a ridiculous panic rising inside me, like a child realizing it's been left behind at school; that everyone else has been collected but them.

Until suddenly I see him. Standing behind a pillar towards the back, tall and dark and solid, his eyes fixed on mine. Looking at me and no-one else. And as I gaze back at him, I feel restored. I’ve been collected, too; it’s OK.

We emerge into the churchyard, the sound of bells behind us, and a crowd of people who have gathered outside on the road start to cheer.

‘Congratulations!’ I cry, giving Suze a huge hug. ‘And to you, Tarquin!’

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