Could Do Better

ADAM hovered impatiently in the kitchen as I hunted for my purse. “Get a move on, Emma,” he said, sighing and drumming his fingers on the table. “You know Samantha hates to be kept waiting.”

I gritted my teeth. Oh, if I had a pound for every time Adam has grumbled about my timekeeping! He even threatened to do a runner at the altar if I was more than three minutes late. I can still recall his exact words: “Never mind all that bride’s prerogative rubbish. I don’t want to look like a fool!” Romantic, eh?

Still, that’s Adam for you: slick, efficient and organised – and woe betide anyone who doesn’t meet his high standards.

Wearily, I reached for my coat. To be honest, I wasn’t really in a party mood, but I knew Samantha