Jordan nodded. “They do. One woman employed me because all of her bridesmaids were squabbling, so she sacked the lot. I organised the hen, and did everything for her, including walking ahead of her down the aisle.”

“I get where she’s coming from. I didn’t really want bridesmaids either, but Delta convinced me. And now she’s crying off. My cousin Taran lives in Scotland still, so she’s no use.”

“Sounds like Marcus was right. You need help.”

“But Marjorie and Delta? Are you sure you’re prepared? Neither of them is a pushover. Delta played rugby at university.”

Jordan laughed. “I’ll watch out for any high tackles.”

“She’s from Scotland, like me. Even though we met at college in St Albans.” Abby’s face softened as she spoke. “I still can’t get over people having a stranger as their bridesmaid, though.”

It was nothing Jordan hadn’t heard before. “I’m only a stranger now. If I work with you, I won’t be a stranger for long, will I? Plus, some brides have relatives as their bridesmaids who they’ve only ever met once or twice. By the time we get to their wedding, I often know more about them than their best friends do. Weddings bring it out in people.”

“A professional bridesmaid.” Abby shook her head. “How did you even get into this as a job?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you all about it if you hire me.”

“You could really become a human barrier between Marcus’s mother and me?”

“If I remember correctly, it’s just over five weeks until your wedding?”

Abby nodded.

“I could ensure that for the next five weeks, you have minimal contact. Apart from the wedding day and anything personal, obviously.”

“I’d say in that case, it might be worth a shot.” Abby paused, stared at Jordan, and then flopped her head backwards, letting out a long breath. “Decision made.” She sat up and held out a hand. “Let’s see if this works. You’re going to be my bridesmaid. I didn’t want any and I’ve now got three.” She raised a single styled eyebrow. “Shall we get another coffee to celebrate?”

“My treat.” Jordan signalled to the waitress, before reaching over to shake Abby’s hand.

As they connected, a warmth travelled up Jordan’s arm. Her eyes automatically turned to focus on Abby. When they did, she found Abby’s gaze locked on her, too.

“You’re an intriguing woman, Jordan. What’s your surname?”

“Cohen.” Jordan’s heartbeat picked up again.

“Jordan Cohen.” Abby tilted her head. “You’re definitely my prettiest bridesmaid. Welcome to Team Abby. I know Marcus contacted you, but it’s Team Abby, now. Does that work for you?”

For a moment, Jordan forgot where she was. But then her environment snapped back into focus, and she remembered.