I wasn’t hurt exactly, but I was a bit confused. “Well, no. Except that doesn’t sound like anything you’d ever say in real life. I’ve been one of the girls for a clear decade.”

“Dammit.” She curled her hands into fists. “You caught me. I was talking to Liz, and she pointed out that you’re knackered and I should give you the night off. But I also knew if I said that, you’d get all defensive and pretend you weren’t.”

“I’m not getting…” I began, then stopped. “Okay. Yeah. Maybe a bit.”

Bridge gazed at me earnestly. “It won’t make you a bad friend or a bad maid of honour. In fact, a good maid of honour should be well rested so he doesn’t ruin the most important day of my life.”

Oh, I wanted to go home so badly. “Really?” I asked, trying to sound like I wasn’t begging.

“Really.” She gave a decisive nod.

“You know I love you too, right?”

“You rang your dad for me. If I hadn’t worked it out before, I’d have worked it out then.”

I was too over-weddinged to put up even a token show of resistance. “Bridge. Thank you so much.”

She prodded me lightly in the shoulder. “Go home. And I’ll see you tomorrow. Which is, in case you’ve forgotten, the most important day of my life.”

So I went home—or rather, I went to Oliver’s, which was what home meant these days. Although I didn’t like to dwell on that because I was scared that if I looked too closely, it would disappear. In any case, I was going to be crap company this evening because I was exhausted, seeing seating plans every time I blinked and still slightly raw from having spoken to my dad who, surprise, surprise, hadn’t called me back, despite the fact the wedding was tomorrow. I suppose I was at least consistent when it came to boyfriending. Much like I’d been consistent at sports in school. Which is to say, terrible in every respect.

I got to Clerkenwell about seven, hopped out the cab, and let myself in with the actual key I actually had. I hadn’t been in a key-exchanging relationship since Miles, and that hadn’t counted because we’d rented the flat together so he hadn’t so much given me a key as received a key at the same time I had. Anyway, I’d texted ahead so I’d expected Oliver to be expecting me. What I hadn’t expected was for him to be standing in the hall in full black tie holding a blue-velvet jewellery box.