Can't Help Falling in Love
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Gretna Green, the following weekend
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It was a grey day and the clouds loomed over them like a warning. Harry looked up at the sky and grimaced. The register office looked like a scout hut; not exactly romantic, but it would do the job. The girls had climbed from the car and were straightening out their matching white dresses and smoothing down hair. They fussed around each other, picking off invisible bits of fluff from one another’s clothes and looking nervous.
‘You going to put on the shoes now?’ Marilyn asked her sister.
Angela looked doubtful but Marilyn took them from the bag and put them on the pavement. ‘They’re our something new,’ she said. ‘You have to wear them.’
Reluctantly, Angela slipped off her flats and put on the red stilet
