The hall looks stunning.
Well done, Mitch...
Flowers on every table. The place settings beautifully hand-made. The log-stacked fire (Thank you, Michael) roars. The hearth is swagged with holly and mistletoe which I know Charlotte spent hours picking and arranging. Fairy-lights twinkle and glimmer, framing the tree and the vast picture window.
I'm rather proud of that window. It's always good to have an idea, but seeing it become reality is even better. I'll admit it, at least to myself. I'm feeling smug.
For now, the room is mainly taken up with the dining tables. Later, they'll be cleared and the band will set up for an evening of music and dancing.
From the side-door, the caterer raises his hand, catching my eye.
Good to go?
I give him a thumbs-up, then raise another thumb to Kyle, Ryan's brother and Best Man.