‘On the flowers. What did they do? What did they say? Because I know from personal experience that it doesn’t take much.’
Celia glanced down at the beautiful bouquet of pink roses and baby’s breath that matched her dress and saw that her knuckles were indeed white, and she mentally swore at herself for letting him get to her.
She really had to relax because if she didn’t she’d never make it to the door with her nerves intact. This walk down the aisle was taking for ever. What with the way Dan and Zoe kept stopping to talk to people in the pews, they were progressing at about a metre an hour and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could resist the temptation to push past the bride and groom and make a run for it.
‘The flowers haven’t done anything,’ she said, taking a couple of deep calming breaths and surreptitiously rolling her shoulders in an effort to release some of her tension.
‘Am I to take it, then, that you don’t really approve of Dan and Zoe?’
Celia stilled mid-roll and stared at him for a moment, unable to work out where that had come from because Zoe was the best thing that had ever happened to Dan, as she’d told him after supper last night just before giving him a big hug and wishing him luck. ‘Why on earth would you think that?’
‘Because you spent the entire ceremony looking like you wished you were somewhere else.’
Oh. She hadn’t wanted to be anywhere else. She’d wanted Marcus to be somewhere else, preferably on another planet, but she’d thought she’d managed to hide that. Clearly she’d been wrong. ‘I’m surprised you noticed.’
‘Oh, I noticed,’ he murmured, his gaze drifting over her and making her skin feel all hot and tingly and tight. ‘You look beautiful, by the way.’
That was the trouble with him, she thought irritably as she stamped out the heat with every ounce of self-control she had. Just when she felt like slapping him, he went and said something charming. ‘Thank you.’
‘You’re welcome.’
‘And you look very handsome,’ she said, because he did and it would be churlish to ignore the fact. More handsome than usual if that were possible.
‘My, my, a compliment,’ he said softly. ‘That’s a first.’
‘Yes, well, don’t get too used to it.’
‘I won’t.’
They advanced another agonisingly slow couple of paces, then stopped, and he said, ‘So you do approve?’
‘Of Dan and Zoe?’
‘Well, I know you don’t approve of me.’
‘I approve wholeheartedly,’ said Celia with a serene smile. ‘Of them.’
‘They’re good for each other.’
She nodded. ‘They are.’
‘And are your parents behaving?’
She narrowed her eyes at her parents, who were accompanying each other down the aisle in stony silence and about as far apart as it was possible to get given the width restriction of the aisle, which was pretty much par for the course. ‘Just about.’
‘And how’s work?’
Insane. ‘Work’s fine.’
‘Then what is there to be so tense about?’
‘Tense?’ she asked, blowing out a slow breath. ‘Who’s tense?’
‘You are. If it isn’t the wedding, it isn’t your parents and it isn’t work, I might be inclined to think it’s me.’
‘Hah. As if.’
Off they set again, and this time, thank heavens, it looked as though the end was in sight because Dan and Zoe had run out of guests to chat to and the great oak door was being opened and Celia could practically taste freedom.