“Bridesmaid.” Georgie shrugged. “Well who else did you think I was going to ask? I haven’t got any sisters or female cousins. You two are my best friends, the ones I want to be there talking me down from Bridezilla moments in the run up to the big day.” She looked between them. “So what do you think? Are you both up for it?”

A rush of excitement flooded Megan. This was good, this was moving on. Now they had Georgie and Tom’s wedding to chat about, look forward to and plan. It would take her mind off the disasters that tailed her and give her a focus. “Of course,” she said, flinging herself at Georgie. “Thank you for asking.”

Georgie giggled and hugged her back.

Brendon joined in the group cuddle. “I want flowers,” he said. “Not just a buttonhole but a proper bunch of flowers to hold. Trailing too, preferably gypsophila.”

“You can have whatever you want,” Georgie said, her eyes a little misty with emotion.

“Oh this is so exciting,” Brendon said, clasping his hands beneath his chin. “Another wedding.” He glanced at Megan. “Sorry, but you know, you didn’t get married but the preparation was half the fun.”

Megan smiled. “I guess so.”

“We should go for drinks later to celebrate,” Brendon said. “Champers, what do you think?”

Georgie glanced at her watch. “I can’t. I have to go now. I’m meeting Tom at Marks and Spencer. We’re doing a food shop.”

“Oh, how utterly domesticated.” Brendon tutted and rolled his eyes. “You’re an old married couple already.”

“And loving it.” Georgie stood. “Here, open this, Megan.” She tossed the white envelope at Megan.

Megan caught it and studied the printed letters. No surname or address, no stamp, just Megan. “Seems a bit odd.”

“Probably a bill,” Brendon said, smoothing his hand down Gucci’s back and trying unsuccessfully to tame his wild fluff.

Megan poked her thumb into the corner of the envelope and prised it open. It contained a single sheet of white paper. She pulled it out.

Nothing.

It was totally blank.

“What does it say?” Georgie asked, craning her neck to look.

“It hasn’t got any writing on it.” Megan showed her. “How strange.”

“Yeah, odd.” Brendon scowled at it. “What’s the point in sending someone a letter that doesn’t have any writing on it?”

“And hand delivered,” Georgie added.

“Perhaps it’s a mistake. Maybe they put in the wrong sheet of paper.”

They were silent for a minute. Megan had no idea what it was all about.

Her mobile trilled to life, breaking the quiet.

“Hello.”

“Is that Megan Winter?” a woman asked.

“Yes, it is.”

“This is Nancy Rider from Ralph and Jayne. We were thrilled with how your slot went on the show. We hope you were too?”

“Yes, absolutely.” Megan did a thumbs-up sign to Brendon. “And that’s great to hear. I really enjoyed presenting.”