EPILOGUE
“What if we’re late?”
“We won’t be late.”
“But I can’t get my hair right and-.”
Zoe took Charlotte’s hands in hers and levelled a calm gaze which had fast become familiar to Charlotte. “Trust your big sister. We won’t be late. And your hair is perfect.”
Charlotte took a deep breath. “Fine. I’m calm.”
With a laugh, Zoe headed for the fridge and took out a bottle of sparkling wine. “I’m pouring you half a glass while you collect what you need to take to Rosie’s house. Then you can drink it and we’ll go. Anyone would think this is your wedding!”
She was right. Charlotte was so worried about making Rosie’s day perfect she might have been the bride.
But you are not! So sort yourself out.
A few minutes later, with the warmth of the bubbly in her stomach settling her nerves, Cha
