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“Where is he?” Shelly stood on her tiptoes, almost tumbling off the sofa in the process. “Where’s my husband-to-be?”
Rose glanced at Tom who was sitting back on the armchair. Why did she suddenly feel relieved it wasn’t him? Fin! It had to be fun-loving Fin.
Then through the crowds Harry appeared, his shock of ginger hair shining like a beacon in the dim light. Harry lifted Shelly into his arms and she squealed with delight, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“I’m making her an honourable woman,” he shouted. The crowd clapped and someone yelled that it was about time.
When Shelly and Harry had finished their sultry dance, they beckoned Rose over.
“Congratulations!” Rose hugged them both. “You make a lovely couple. How did you meet?”
“In Accident and Emergency.” Shelly p
