She had. Until Jordan. “It just happened. I mean, we chatted a lot over the weekend. I like her. And then somehow, we kissed. And then the plane.”

“I can’t believe you joined the mile-high club. How did you manage that with nobody knowing?”

“Everyone was knackered on the way back. But now, I’m knackered. I’m not sleeping. I just got given a massive project at work. I’m getting married tomorrow and I should be deliriously happy about it. And all I can think about is my fake bridesmaid who I’m avoiding. How did my life get so messy?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.” Delta sat back, shaking her head. “What does this mean, though? I thought you loved Marcus?” She prodded her chest with her thumb. “I love Marcus. Everyone loves Marcus.”

Abby didn’t need that spelt out. “I know everyone loves bloody Marcus. Because Marcus is bloody lovely. Believe me, I did love Marcus.” Dread slid down her. No, that wasn’t right. “I do love Marcus.” She raised her shoulders up, then down. “I don’t know what I think anymore.”

Delta leaned forward. “You’re getting married, Abs. If you’ve got doubts, you need to say so.” She paused. “Are you gay now? Bi?”

“I don’t know. I like Jordan. But I love Marcus.”

Delta stared at her. “Do you like Jordan or love her?”

Abby put her head in her hands. She wasn’t going to cry. But that was the question she’d been avoiding at all costs.

“I don’t know. It’s like, I was happy, going along, doing my thing. Then I met Jordan, and something changed. She flipped a switch in me, and now I can’t unflip it.”

Delta sat forward, shaking her head. “You know, I’m all for experimenting. I’m all for people realising who they really are. But this is serious. You’re getting married in less than 24 hours.”

“You don’t need to keep pointing that out.”

“It kinda seems like I do because you’ve let this drift. This is so unlike you. You normally know what you want and go after it. You wanted marriage, kids. That’s what you’ve always said to me.”

“That hasn’t changed.”

“But do you want them with Marcus? Because if you don’t, it’s not fair to put him through a wedding where the marriage is already doomed.”

“I can’t call it off now.”

Delta took Abby’s hand in hers. “Do you still love Marcus and think you can make it work?”

Abby stilled. “Yes.” Her stomach flipped. “No.” She threw up her hands. “I don’t know.”

Delta shook her head, flopping back on the sofa herself. “Abs, what would you tell me to do if the roles were reversed?”