These were the things she knew: she had married Kit; she had told her father; her family were not the people she wanted them to be; she was not the daughter that her in-laws desired. Images from the day flashed through her mind: the croquembouche collapsing this morning; the dress; her father leaving; the church; the vicar; Kit; the creeping realisation that really, really, they had made their vows in the pursuit of living a life that looked good rather than felt good.
