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food. Another member of staff follows with a tray of tea and some sparkling water. ‘I’m so sorry for what Lydia did. I’m sorry I was stupid enough to leave my phone where she could get to it. I thought I could trust her,’ I add.
    ‘Honestly, it’s OK,’ Tabitha answers me, before thanking Eddie and the woman. I quickly do the same. ‘It wasn’t your fault. Now, tuck in, and let’s talk about something else. Someone else,’ she adds as Eddie and the woman head back downstairs.
    I’m about to apologise again because it does feel like it was my fault – I’ve learnt one lesson from this and have put a passcode on my phone – but the smell of the food in front of me is very distracting. It smells and looks delicious.
    After finding my parents back at the tearoom yesterday – thankfully I didn’t bump into Sadie again – we headed home and I went straight to bed. I’ve barely eaten since I’ve been back so I’m going to make quick work of my smoked salmon, avocado and poached eggs. There’s hollandaise sauce and a stack of farmhouse-style granary toast, too, and I groan audibly as I get a whiff of Tabitha’s bacon. I’ve been obsessed with bacon recently, and I have to stop myself from pinching a rasher from Tabitha’s plate. She’s gone for a full English; disappointingly there are no hash browns, although there are plenty of mushrooms and a fried egg that I want to poke my finger in to watch the yolk ooze out of it.
    ‘I thought you’d appreciate toast more than bagels,’ Tabitha says with a wink as she reaches for the brown sauce.
    ‘I am missing the bagels,’ I admit, ‘though I’m going to have to cut down on them if I don’t want my dress to be altered.’ I pat my tummy, embarrassed.
    ‘Dress?’
    ‘That’s one thing I wanted to ask you about,’ I say nervously as I dip my slice of buttery toast into my poached eggs. ‘Do you fancy coming to New York to–’
    I stop to take a bite of my now yolky toast. ‘This is soooooo yummy,’ I groan as I swallow my mouthful. I wonder if I could have a second brunch. One involving bacon this time. Now I’ve had a mouthful, I could eat and eat.
    ‘For?’ Tabitha prompts with a laugh.
    ‘Oh, yeah! My wedding.’
    ‘But you’re getting–’ Tabitha stops as the penny drops. ‘ You’re getting married in New York? ’
    ‘We are,’ I confirm. ‘I have no idea where, I have no idea when,’ I say as Tabitha squeals and runs round to hug me, ‘but I’d love it if you could be there celebrating with us. Will, too,’ I add, ‘if you two are...?’
    ‘This is amazing,’ she says as she sits back down, completely ignoring my Will question as I suspected she would. Maybe he is just her therapist.
    ‘Though Tharnham would have been amazing,’ she adds loyally.
    Piers and I are booked to get married at Tharnham Hall in two years’ time. Piers has had venue doubts for a while, mainly because he wanted to marry me sooner rather than later – more understandable in light of his recent surgery – but I’ll be a little sad that we won’t be getting married there since Tharnham is stunning. Plus, who wouldn’t want to get married in a castle?
    ‘It is,’ I agree, ‘but after what’s happened we don’t want to waste any more time.’
    ‘Is your dress finished?’
    I take a sip of tea, but it tastes weird. I think I’ve become too used to American water, though I’ll probably get used to ours just as I fly back.
    ‘I went there for a fitting this morning,’ I say, even though that’s slightly inaccurate.
    The bridal boutique is on the same street as Tabi’s, and I called in without an appointment – an absolute crime in their eyes, but I felt it was highly justifiable.
    When I went to buy my wedding dress the haughty and opportunistic manager, on recognising Tabitha, decided to inflate the price of the dress by an eye-watering amount. Tabitha called her out on it, and now I have an expensive wedding dress, instead of a