‘Nonsense, dear. Of course you do; everyone wants a white
wedding in church,’ her mother replied. ‘St Paul’s Church
will be perfect with its beautiful porch. Its setting is ideal.’
‘It would’ve been all right if I was ten years younger. But
I’m thirty and I don’t want to go to church. It would be
hypocritical.’
‘We’ll have to make a guest list.’ Her mother ignored her.
‘When are we going to meet James’ parents? I shall need a
list of guests from them too.’
Sarah clenched her fists. ‘Mother, I don’t want a big church
wedding. James and I want a quiet wedding with no fuss.’
Her mother wasn’t listening. She was already making
plans. Sarah flounced out of the room slamming the door.
‘What are we going to do?’ she said to James that evening.
‘My parents want a big white wedding. All I want is to slip
away quietly with you and get married.’
‘I thought you’d like to choose the children’s dresses,’
teased James, ‘to match your beautiful white gown.’
‘What children?’
‘My nieces, of course. They’re longing to be bridesmaids.’
‘Oh dear,’ sighed Sarah. ‘I’d forgotten about them. And
my parents want to meet yours. Do you think that’s a good
idea?’
‘They’ll have to meet some time,’ replied James. ‘Are you
serious about wanting a quiet wedding?’
‘Of course I am.’
‘Then let’s run away to Gretna Green.’
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