“I’m fine, absolutely fine.” Megan took a deep breath. “Come on, let’s get this show on the road.” She gathered the first stocking and carefully fed her right foot into it then pulled it up to her thigh. She repeated the action with her left and smoothed the lace holdup trims to ensure there were no creases.

“Ah, ah, one more thing before the dress.” Georgie dipped into her handbag. “Here.”

“A garter?” Megan queried. “Really? Isn’t that kind of old-fashioned?”

“Of course it’s old-fashioned, it’s traditional.” Brendon nodded seriously. “Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.”

“Yes, you have to wear one. It would be bad luck otherwise.” Georgie sank to her knees at Megan’s feet, garter held into a wide ‘O’. She smiled up at Megan. “The tiara is old, the dress is new and this is something borrowed and…” She twisted the garter to show off a tiny blue bow. “Is also blue.”

“Oh, okay.” Megan giggled at how serious her friends were taking this tradition. What was going to happen if she didn’t have something old, new, borrowed and blue? It would hardly spoil the day or curse their marriage for all of time.

Would it?

Georgie slipped the garter up Megan’s leg to her thigh.

Megan stroked her finger over the delicate white trim. It was very pretty and no doubt Dylan would enjoy removing it when they reached the bridal suite—possibly with his teeth.

“This dress is to die for,” Brendon said, holding up Megan’s voluminous gown. “All this taffeta, it’s enough to sink a battleship.”

“Yes, I’ll certainly have to navigate carefully through doorways today,” Megan said then took a sip of champagne. She set the glass aside. “Come on then, help me into the monster.” She laughed.

Georgie didn’t laugh with her, instead she sighed and clasped her hands under her chin.

“You okay, Georgie?” Megan asked.

“Yes, of course. I’m just so happy for you and that this day has finally come. We’ve all talked for years about who would be first to get hitched and now it’s happening.”

Megan reached for her hand and squeezed. “It will happen for you and Tom soon, I’m sure it will.”

Georgie and Tom had been together for over a year and things were getting serious. They’d skied at Christmas, met the parents and both had a drawer at each other’s apartment for spare clothes and toiletries—surely a sign of true commitment.

Megan shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not, but it doesn’t matter today. Today is all about you and Dylan.”

“Who is likely to be arriving at church with his best man as we speak,” Brendon said, before clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “There is an expectant groom waiting, so chop, chop ladies. Enough of this chatter, you two could talk for England.”

“And you couldn’t?” Georgie grinned.