Carole laughed, a proper belly laugh that she wouldn’t have thought possible considering she’d only just escaped a few seconds ago from her unhappy encounter with Steven Weaver.
“I’m glad you came with me to this wedding, Tom.”
“I’m glad you asked me.”
They traded smiles as they ate the canapes. It was good to have such a brilliant person at her side today, and the fact that they were getting on so well only made the deal all the sweeter.
Carole raised her refilled wine glass to Tom’s in a toast. “To having a fun day together at this wedding.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Tom said, and clinked his glass against hers.
The part of this day she’d dreaded was over and now she could concentrate on having fun.
With Tom at her side, Carole thought that wouldn’t be too hard.
