Rob almost missed the turning into the country hotel. But he spotted it just in time to haul on the big steering wheel and drive through the open gate. The gears ground as he switched down. This was one of the older vans, as the vintage look was popular for weddings. When he drove into the big grassy area at the back of the hotel where he was to park, he found the Bianchi van already there. Chez leaned out of the serving hatch, watching him.
“Hi!” Rob called, jumping out. “The van looks great!”
Chez had done well, dressing his van up with some wedding-appropriate bunting, and even fixed a couple of white ribbons from the front of the bonnet to the top of the windscreen. Rob would have to remember that one. Chez looked great, too, white T-shirt and white apron. “You should have your logo
