Not wishing to spoil the lead-up to her wedding, which was only two weeks away, the old man held his tongue but in the weeks to come they would all think back on his prediction.

Emma’s wedding day dawned bright and clear and as they set off for the church everyone was in a happy mood. Emma was wearing a sky-blue satin dress with a little matching hat and she carried a small posy of sweet-smelling freesias. Those watching as she walked down the aisle on the arm of her proud father all agreed that they had never seen a more radiant bride. She kept her eyes fixed on Walter, who was waiting for her at the front of the church before the altar, and at the sight of his bride his face lit up with love for her. Holly, Florence and Katie looked stunning in their matching bridesmaids’ dresses, which were in a lighter shade of blue to the bride’s. The service, conducted by Verity Lockett’s husband, was touching and as her mother made her vows, Holly prayed that she would at last find happiness.

When the happy couple eventually emerged from the church to the joyous peal of bells they were showered with rose petals and rice and the mood was light. Emma turned her back and tossed her posy into the air and when it landed in Holly’s hands everyone cheered.

‘Looks like you’ll be the next bride,’ little Katie declared delightedly and they all laughed as Holly blushed to the roots of her hair.

The reception that followed was equally as joyful and when Walter made a very touching speech and toasted his bride there was hardly a dry eye in the house. No expense had been spared and the meal was delicious as was the three-tier cake that the happy couple eventually sliced into. Then the tables were cleared and the serious business of everyone enjoying themselves began in earnest. Walter had booked a four-piece band and soon they were all dancing as the wine flowed freely. Holly was happily watching everyone have a good time when she suddenly became aware that her grandfather had come to stand beside her.

‘She looks happy, doesn’t she?’ he said softly as his eyes followed his daughter around the room in Walter’s arms.

Holly smiled. ‘Yes, she does.’

He looked at her then and she was surprised when he took her hand and gently squeezed it. ‘I owe you an apology, my dear.’

She shook her head and opened her mouth to deny it, but he held his hand up. ‘Please, let me say it. I realise now that I was wrong when I first tried to get you married off to Walter. I’ve known him for a long time and I knew he was struggling without his wife so I thought he would make a suitable match for you. Ridiculous, I know. He was far too old for you for a start and to give him credit he was very reluctant to even come and meet you when I first suggested it. I don’t blame you for leaving home. It wasn’t my place to say who you should or shouldn’t marry. But at least all’s well that ends well. I think Walter and your mother are a true love match, don’t you?’