When we get to the table Gino spots us from further into the garden where he is kicking about a ball with some very small humans. It takes only minutes to be enveloped by the group and introductions are quickly made from people with a severe obsession with cheek kissing and bear hugs. I'm introduced rather proudly as Alexi's new wife, and, of course, a lot of mock shock and outrage at missing the wedding ensues.
It's a flurry of people for a solid ten minutes as the news spreads that yes, the commitment-phobic, womanising cousin has, in fact, got himself hitched. I must be some sort of goddess, angel, a saint with patience, yadda yadda. I endure a lot of jokes at his expense but it's all in good form, and it's obvious these people are truly happy for their black sheep of the family cousin
