Swallowing the painful lump in my throat, I watched them. In his unfamiliar suit Hugh looked like a handsome stranger. There was so much love in my heart for him and for Sofie and for Neeve and for Kiara that it pained me.
Hugh was smiling and smiling, and his eyes were shiny, as if he might burst with pride. When he and Sofie reached the pergola, he gently released her hand and ‘gave’ her to David, then stepped out of the aisle into the spot I’d been keeping for him. He slid his hand into mine.
‘Yes,’ I whispered, answering his unspoken question. ‘You were great. You couldn’t have been better.’