Lucy Knott

It doesn’t matter anymore; what matters is that Hannah loves me enough to want to marry me, and how could I say no to that?

chirpily and hurriedly

for good measure,

howl

A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

she asks, worry lines creasing her brow.

Typical,’ I mutter under my breath as the British clouds decide to let loose and rain on my parade, quite literally if you count a wedding as a parade, which I’m going to say I do. I’m full of wedding puns today, ap‍

, marriage was not something I dreamt about nor had time for, but then as the saying goes, ‘when you know, you know.’

I glance in the slightly smeared glass of the archaic mirror with a gold leaf border, and sure enough, my lips are blue.

whirlwind romance, not when her family are taking up one side of the castle cathedral while Mum, Alex and Charlie are standing on the other side cheering us on. Mum with tears in her