Page 91 of Before You Say I Do

“I’m thrilled for him as well,” Jordan replied. “Wedding fever is clearly in the air. But our wedding: St Albans town hall, pizza, beer, a live band. It’s not too low-rent for you?”

Abby laughed. “You remember I come from Glasgow, right? We might live in the mean streets of Hove now, but I can take on all-comers.” She paused. “Plus, did you see Mum’s face when we told her? I think it reminds her of her wedding. Far more casual and DIY. So that’s another thing in your favour. Along with the fact that you love her daughter.”

“I can’t deny it.” Jordan stared at Abby. Still gorgeous. Still hers. Some mornings, she woke up and couldn’t believe her luck. And now they were going to make it official. Get married, and then try for a baby. A baby Abby sounded adorable.

“What about this week? Ready to start your new job?”

After the wedding that never was, Abby had stayed on at her old job for nearly a year, before handing in her notice. Neil had almost cried. She was renting out her London flat and the pair were renting in Hove, while they looked for something to buy together. However, it might be a while before they had the funds, because Abby had taken a pay cut in her new charity job, and Jordan was still running her own company, although now focusing more on wedding planning and still working ad-hoc as a bridal PA. She’d kicked the professional bridesmaid part of her business into touch. Too much time away from Abby wasn’t time well spent, in Jordan’s opinion.

“Can’t wait,” Abby replied. “I’m finally going to be fulfilling my childhood dreams, and it’s all because of you, my fake childhood friend.”

“You’re welcome,” Jordan replied. “Of all my fake friendships, I loved ours the most.”

“What about the current, real-life version?”

Jordan kissed her lips. “It’s right out of my dreams.”

The End