Just in time for the wedding that afternoon. The wedding. The wedding that turned my palms watery and sent my pulse clacking away like a train. The wedding that just now made me unspeakably clumsy as I wrestled with the slippery sodding cravat. The wedding that was probably going to cause me to collapse like a wet kitten the instant I crossed the church’s threshold. Supposing I ever made it there in the first place.
