Prologue
DI JOE RAFFERTY RIFFLED through the pages of quotations for caterers and photographers, florists and all the rest, and thought—why do weddings have to cost so much?
He muttered, ‘I can feel my credit cards wincing from here, and they’re all the way across the hall.’ And he hadn’t even looked at the honeymoon holiday brochures yet.
He’d proposed to Abra just before Christmas the previous year. Much to his astonishment, she’d said yes. Then, it had been all hearts and roses and romance. But now the cold reality of modern weddings and their expense hit him in the face with all the force of a frozen kipper. Why they had to go through all this rigmarole...
From the other side of the table, Abra, his fiancée, complained, ‘Don’t be such a tightwad, Joe. I don’t want a hole in the cor
