Now that she’d had her first glimpse of him, she’d be ready when they surely crossed paths at some point during the day.
The vicar announced the first hymn and everyone got to their feet to sing. Carole turned her attention to the beautiful wedding and her gorgeous cousin in her stunning gown and put Steven Weaver out of her head once more. This was a day of celebration and she was determined to enjoy it.
She glanced at Tom standing beside her, gamely participating in the hymn-singing. He really did look great in his suit, and she was touched he’d gone all out with the waistcoat and pocket square, and with his shoes polished to perfection so that he looked the proper part as a wedding guest. She thought he might have had his hair cut since she last saw him, too. He was impeccably well-groomed, of that there was no doubt.
Having this man at her side all day would be a pleasure, and some childish part of her was ridiculously glad that Tom looked as good as he did because it would make bumping into Steven just that little bit easier with a handsome man on her arm to show off.
Grow up, Carole told herself as the congregation launched into the second verse ofAll Things Bright And Beautiful.
But such things mattered, she knew. That’s why she was wearing these dreadful high heels, after all—because she wanted to feel confident and look her best.
Tom had certainly done his part to help her on that front, by turning up looking as good as he did.
Feeling grateful, she squeezed his arm and smiled as the hymn-singing continued. Tom returned her smile, and the warm sparkle in his eyes relaxed her and made her happier still that he was here as her date and would be at her side all day long.
Carole turned to her hymn sheet and added her voice to the singing congregation, hopeful that the day wouldn’t be as awkward as she’d feared.
