9
A moment or two after Tom drops that clanger, Cath excuses herself and says she needs to go outside for some air. The only people who would have noticed this as being a bit odd were me and Ben, and Ben’s busy in conversation with someone else and barely even notices her getting up. I can’t leave things like this, so I follow her, out into the car park at the back of the pub. It’s only when I step outside that I realise I’ve left my coat indoors, hanging over the back of my chair.
‘Cath,’ I say, walking up to her.
‘Bridezilla? Why would you even say something like that?’
I can tell it’s pointless even pretending I didn’t. She’ll have known from the look on my face at the table that it’s true. I must have looked like a guppy fish, sitting there trying to work out what to say but flound
