FIFTY-SIX
And that's how, at four o'clock that afternoon, Xanthe Lane stood beside Jason Felix in the waiting room of the registry office. She wore a new dress she'd bought only that morning, a summery style fit for a garden party in shades of violet, lavender and white. When Jason had seen her cutting off the tags, he'd laughed and brought out a shirt that matched the violet perfectly. He wore it now, fiddling with the buttons on the cuffs like he wasn't used to wearing long sleeves. And he wasn't – it was novel to see him wearing a shirt at all.
The receptionist called their names, and Xan's knees went weak. She was going to do this. She was going to marry the man she loved, who loved her.
"I hate Sydney traffic," grumbled a familiar voice.
Xan spun, to find Jo and Angel...Caitlin
