Chapter 67

"No I said afternoon garden chic, not wild jungle chic!" I bark down the phone, pacing around the room in my black sling-backs.

Jackie calls from the other side of the room. "Oh god, I hope they don't screw it up."

Placing my hand over the phone receiver, I call out to her. "Do you think this is the first wedding I've planned? Trust me on this, I'm not going to let you down."

I take my hand off the receiver. "And flowers. The room needs to scream flowers, flowers, flowers. I want nothing but pink peonies. Not ones picked from the bloody garden, but delicately arranged centrepieces on every table. And candles, they need to be long, white and tapered. Not melted tea lights, you got that? I'll be there shortly to check it all, so you need to have some extra supplied in case it's not enough."

Out from the corner of my ear, I hear heels clacking on the floor.