The ghost of a WEDDING
Someone had mentioned he’d been invited. He was an old friend of the groom, just as she was, but Lisa had thought he was a no-show. She’d looked around for him before the service and hadn’t seen him in the church. But here he was, as the reception was winding up, wearing a smart suit, chatting to guests outside the marquee.
Martin Floyd glanced up and caught Lisa staring. He smiled, nodded, and patted the arm of the man he was talking to, wrapping up the conversation as swiftly as he could. Then he wandered over.
‘Hi there.’
‘Hello,’ Lisa said. ‘You’re either extremely late or you’ve been hiding.’
‘Were you looking for me?’
‘No.’
He chuckled. ‘I was late, actually. Unavoidable, but terribly impolite all the same. I didn’t think anyone had noticed.’ He paused, as though making the point that she had noticed his absence. ‘Anyway, I’ve since kissed the groom and shaken the hand of the bride.’
