The wedding is over. I mean, the ceremony is. I won’t go into detail because it was a short, modest, but intimate event. A bit like closing the door physically on the twelve or so people who were there. The actual words and the declarations and—okay, so I’m man enough to admit it—the tears, they were for us alone. I’m pretty sure none of Mandy’s photos will ever see the light of day, she was blubbing happily all through it, and she’s infamous for wobbling the phone as she snaps so nothing’s ever in focus.
Half way through, Poppy came and sat at Nicky’s feet, dressed in an impossibly pink frilly frock that she’d shrugged on, under protest, over her favourite unicorn print jeans. May was horrified but neither of us minded, and the registrar just smiled at Poppy.
Poppy stared up at us all t
