I now see that as well as Celia, Toby’s dad Malcolm and his elder brother Nick are also in the room, staring down at me, deep worry etched across their brows. Nick and Malcolm are both wearing grey suits, which seems strange, and I notice how similar they look, with their square frames and brown eyes. Nick’s hair not quite as grey as his dad’s. Toby, on the other hand, is leaner, taller and more classically handsome, his hair a rich mahogany.

‘You feel a little clammy, but your pulse is steady. I think you’ll be okay.’ Celia is a nurse, so if she says I’m okay, I guess I must be okay.

‘I can’t remember what happened.’

Celia looks up at her eldest son. ‘Nick, can you get Zoe a glass of water?’

‘Uh, sure.’

I notice Toby’s right leg is quivering, and his hands are trembling. He’s not the sort to get anxious, so his concern for me makes me love him even more. ‘Toby, you’re shaking!’

‘I was so worried.’ He swallows and leans in to kiss my forehead. ‘If anything happened to you I don’t know what I’d do.’

‘I’m fine, silly. Just a bit dizzy, that’s all. Tell him I’m okay, Celia.’

Toby glances at his mother and she gives him a comforting smile. ‘Relax, Toby. Zoe’s going to be just fine.’ Celia sits back on her haunches. ‘Well, this is an unusual wedding day.’ She raises an eyebrow and squeezes my hand.

‘Wedding day?’ Only now do I remember. That explains Celia’s hair, the suits, and – I peer down at myself – my lace wedding dress. ‘Oh no! It’s today! Did I wreck it? Is it too late?’ This time I manage to sit up despite my woozy head. ‘I can’t believe I—’

‘It’s okay,’ Toby interrupts. ‘We’ve still got time. The ceremony isn’t due to start for another’ – he checks his watch – ‘forty minutes.’

‘What happened? You said I fainted, but I don’t remember that at all. It’s so hazy… I was getting ready and then…’

‘Like Mum said, you hit the deck.’ Toby shakes his head. ‘Are you sure you can’t remember anything about it? That’s quite worrying, Zo.’

I frown and try to recall what happened, but my brain hurts. Little stabbing pains flit across my scalp, coming to rest above my eyes, where they throb and pulse like flickering lights. ‘Last thing I remember, I was getting ready. Celia, you were here with Lou and Becky, helping me get into my dress. That’s it. That’s the very last thing I remember.’

Nick returns and hands me a glass of water.