I feel a hand squeeze my shoulder and, when I glance up, it’s my sister Emily who looks at me knowingly. I take a deep breath, I grasp her hand, then, before the song is finished, I get up from my seat and quietly slip out into the bathroom where I desperately try to compose myself. But I can’t stop the tears that flow.

Not tonight, I tell my own reflection in the mirror. Please don’t let this ruin tonight. A knock at the door makes me jump.

‘Hello,’ I call out. ‘Just a minute!’

‘It’s just me,’ says Jack. ‘You disappeared very quickly there. Are you OK, Charlotte?’

I squeeze my eyes shut and gulp back the emotion, but it sticks in my throat, refusing to go away. He doesn’t deserve this. I don’t deserve him.

I keep telling myself this will pass, that time will make me forget Tom Farley, but then something simple like a stupid song can bring everything to the surface again and I’m back to square one.

‘I’ll be right there,’ I call out to Jack, feeling like I’m betraying him with my very thoughts. ‘Everything’s fine. I’m just freshening up.’

My mind runs overtime as I dab under my eyes, trying my best not to let my tears ruin my mascara. I need to get a hold on this. I’m haunted by Tom’s ghost and that’s all he is – a ghost, a figment of my overflowing imagination. I don’t even know him any more. It’s been months since I saw or heard of him. I have got to let this go. I’ve got to get over him once and for all. I hate him for making me feel this way, I hate myself for feeling this way.

‘Do you want me to come in?’

‘No! No, I’ll be right there,’ I say to Jack.

Handsome, kind, beautiful Jack, who loves me more than I can ever imagine. And I love him too. I do love him.

I don’t want to go out there just yet, but I know I have to, so I paint on my best smiling face for my guests and my future husband, open the bathroom door and he greets me with a kiss.

‘You’re shaking,’ he says. ‘Did that song upset you, Charlotte? Martin thought you’d love to hear Matthew sing again, but maybe it was too much?’

Oh, if only they knew.

‘I haven’t heard his voice in a very long time,’ I say, only half explaining but it’s as much as I can tell him. ‘I just got a bit more emotional than I thought I would, but it was lovely, Jack. I’m so grateful he felt strong enough to sing for me.’