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‘Aren’t you going to tell me how handsome I am? This suit cost a bomb and I’ll never wear it again.’

Zennor laughed. ‘I am not telling you again how handsome you look. That’s just fishing!’

‘Well, I had to try.’

She kissed him and whispered, ‘I’ll show you how I feel about you later. But first we have a wedding party to go to!’

‘Can’t we bunk off and just do the part where you show me how sexy I am?’

‘You’ll have to be patient!’

The band started playing and they danced the night away in the Harry Veryan Clubhouse and out on the terrace overlooking the beach, which was illuminated with strings of coloured lights. Her mum danced with André, and Matt’s parents joined in with Roo, Tyler, Vince and Dawn. Soon almost everyone had taken to the floor.

During a breather, Zennor nudged Matt.

‘Is that …?’ Matt whispered to Zennor.

‘Um. I can’t believe my eyes but – yes.’

Jago from the Fishermen’s Choir had his arm around Sybil. ‘My God, yes. I – Jeez, he has his hand on her bum!’

‘And Sybil hasn’t slapped him.’

‘No … I’d have never put them together.’

‘What do we know?’

‘Clearly nothing and now it’s time to go.’

‘You have to chuck your bouquet, you know,’ Roo told her.

‘It’s a bit of an old-fashioned tradition,’ Zennor said.

‘It probably means seven years’ bad luck or something if you don’t.’ Roo grinned. ‘And besides, it’ll be fun.’

Overhearing them, Dawn was almost panting like a golden retriever. ‘Oh, are you going to throw the bouquet? I’ll announce it!’

‘Erm …’

‘You have to now,’ said Roo.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, the bride will now throw her bouquet. Anyone who wants to catch it, please assemble on the beach.’

Almost all the guests followed her and Matt, even if most were only spectating or too shy to join the dozen willing people waiting behind her.

‘Is everyone here who wants to be here?’ Dawn shouted.

Zennor turned around so she couldn’t see the assembled hopefuls.

‘Three, two, one!’

She threw her bouquet high over her shoulder and a shriek pierced the night air.

‘Oh dear, it appears to be me.’

Zennor whipped around to find Sybil with her mouth hanging open and the flowers in her arms. ‘I wasn’t even trying to catch it! It went awry and landed on me. I had to grab it or risk being brained.’

‘That’s what you say!’ Roo said.