Bridge sank back into her chair. “I can’t believe this is happening. This is my perfect special day. I can’t have a perfect special day without my perfect special dress.”

I exchanged horrified looks with the rest of the bridesmaids because it was looking a lot like she was going to have to. And, as maid of honour, it was my job to tell her that.

Chapter 10

"DON’T CRY." JENNIFER WAS KNEELING in front of Bridge. “You’ll ruin your makeup.”

“What does it matter if I ruin my makeup,” wept Bridge. “I don’t have a dress.”

I’d given up the search and was now trying to find literally anything else Bridge could put on her body. “We must be able to pull something together.”

Bridge looked up. “Oh, right, I can get married in my hippo pyjamas and Liz’s hoodie.”

“Hey,” said Liz. “I got that hoodie at an ecclesiastical retreat. It’s practically sacred.”

Pulling out my phone, I checked the time. It was 12:10. “It’s fine. There’s just enough time to send somebody back to London.”

“I’ll go,” offered Melanie.

“The ceremony starts at two.” Bridge was attempting to signal despair without touching her hair or face, which made her look like an emoji. “You won’t make it back, and then I’ll have to get married in hippo pyjamas and a hoodie while I’m missing a bridesmaid.”

Liz was already scurrying towards the door. “It’s fine. I can go.”

“Um”—Bernadette gave a wary look—“how many mimosas have you had?”

Liz ceased scurrying. “Ah. Enough that it took me a moment to realise why this would be a bad idea.”

A buzzing emanated from my phonular region. It was a picture of a smug man with white hair. A second or two later, Oliver sent, Richard Dawkins. A dick, a dawk, and a dork.

My heart sank. Not because Oliver was at peak Oliver but because I was going to have to send him away. I called him.

And, true to form, he answered within two rings. “Lucien?”

Oh God. “I’m…I’m really sorry,” I said. “But I might need you to go back to London.”

“I’m choosing to believe that if you were breaking up with me, you would have done it in a less bizarre way. Although, knowing you, I’m not sure why I think that.”

I wanted to bants back but there wasn’t time, and this wasn’t about me. “Bridge’s dress got left behind. Can you…um, pick it up? While driving fast enough that you have a chance to be back here by two, but not so fast you get arrested or killed.”

“I will certainly try.” It was his I-don’t-think-this-is-a-good-plan-but-I’ll-do-it-because-I-love-you voice. Incidentally, he had used the same voice when booking tickets for Pretty Woman: The Musical. “But this is going to be a very tight turnaround.”