Hannah glanced at her watch and heaved a sigh of relief. All that remained was for them to say their polite goodbyes to the bride’s parents, then she and her mother Kate could leave. How on earth her mother had talked her into helping out at a wedding was beyond her.
‘It’ll only take a few hours of your time,’ Kate had assured her. ‘And you keep complaining about being broke.’
Kate had set up her small catering business 10 years ago, after separating from Hannah’s father. Starting her own company at 50 had given her a new lease of life, and it helped to pay the bills and fund the city breaks she was so fond of.
This particular Saturday, one of her employees had called in sick at the last minute and Hannah had reluctantly agreed to cover for him.
However, now that the plates and glasses had been cleared away, and the guests had spilled out of the marquee into the garden, Hannah was eager to leave. Since she’d turned 30, friends and
