Abby was still holding up the Scottish items from her childhood.

For the first time that day, Jordan gave her a smile.

Damn, she had impressively straight, white teeth.

“This was you?” Abby couldn’t quite believe her fake bridesmaid had gone to such trouble. Scrap that, had even known this about her.

Jordan shrugged. “Of course. Wasn’t this what we lived on in school in Glasgow? I thought it might take you back to the playground, sitting in the summer sunshine, making daisychains.”

Abby stopped short, staring at her. How did she know that?

“I miss Tunnock’s Teacakes,” Mum said. “Good call, Jordan!”

“What the hell are these?” asked Marcus’s cousin, Arielle.

Mum put a hand to her mouth in response. “These, my dear, are Scottish heritage. An orange fizzy drink made of girders, and a chocolate biscuit. If you haven’t had breakfast, this is the perfect pick-me-up. So much sugar, you’ll be buzzing.”

Arielle didn’t look convinced.

Abby glanced around the plane, to the rest of their party holding onto Jordan’s thoughtful gift. “You’re good at this shit, you know that?” She leaned in as she spoke, breathing in Jordan’s scent. She remembered it from the dress fitting the other day.

Their gazes met, and Jordan stilled. “I’ve done my research. I want our story to be watertight. I thought this would be a good way to begin.”

Abby nodded. “It certainly is.”

Jordan dropped her gaze, then gestured to the locker. “Need anything putting up?”

Abby handed over her Louis Vuitton carry-on.

Jordan stowed it, before turning to Abby, her face puzzled. “Are you sitting next to me?”

“If that’s okay?” She’d decided to put Mum and Delta on the opposite side, so all four key players could be up front and centre.

“Whatever you want, it’s your weekend.”

And there it was again. Business Jordan. Not happy, smiling Jordan.

She shook herself. She was probably reading far too much into it.

“White leather. Very rock star, isn’t it?” Gloria stroked the seats with a grin. “And did you see the loos? They’re huge for plane toilets. Three times the size and so plush.”

“Whose plane is this?” That was Delta, still giving Jordan a bit of side-eye.

“Family friend of the Montgomerys. They’ve given us the plane, complete with Captain Michelle and Steward Gavin. There are definitely some plus points to marrying into money.” They weren’t going to be a full flight today, only taking up 10 of the possible 30 seats. However, Michelle had already told them she was picking up a party of 25 hens from Cannes today and bringing them back. That made Abby feel better about her carbon footprint.

“Are we getting champagne, too?”

Abby smiled. “You can have anything you want. You’re the mother of the bride.”