It was really him, his dark hair longer than when I’d last seen him, his presence somehow filling the church. Flynn hadn’t seen me. His eyes were on his sister beside him. She said something and he spoke back, squeezing her hand. He looked over his shoulder at the two other girls. I could see Caitlin nodding as she took her position behind Siobhan. The priest was with them now. The congregation was instructed to stand and, a moment later, the wedding group set off up the aisle. I turned away, my heart beating fast, and bent my head over my order of service sheet. I felt faint. Giddy. I knew my face was as red as my dress. He was here. About to pass me. I kept my head down. The music soared through a couple of chords. Then I heard the swish of silk and glanced sideways. Siobhan was walking by. Flynn was on her other side, looking across the pews nearest him. They walked to the front of the church. As they reached the altar, the music stopped.
