The ceremony was to be held in a grand church in central London, packed into a busy street, but cavernous and quietly peaceful inside. Jayden hitched a lift from Paul’s eldest sister Ruby, a beautiful woman with very long braided hair and a very imminent child, judging by the baby bump, but whom Jayden had never actually met. He rejoined Darren on the church steps briefly, was shooed away again when the official photographer showed up, and returned once he was done taking a hundred and five pictures of the groom’s family and friends.
Darren took him inside to show him the piano. It had been brought in, clearly, sitting in front of the church organ, but it was an impressive black grand piano, gleaming in the sunlight pouring through the stained glass windows. Darren’s sheet music, still ha
