Nanny Gwen pulls me into a warm embrace when we go inside, and then she hugs Joel too, which warms my heart. She directs us to the dining room where she has set out tea and a variety of cakes and cookies. Joel and I take a seat and Nial and Brianna sit opposite us.
“I have prepared a folder of ideas for the wedding, including colour schemes, guest lists for the daytime and evening, and a potential itinerary of the day,” Brianna says, sliding a black leather folder towards me.
I flip open the folder and glance through it. There are timetables, a multitude of different lists and swatches of coloured fabrics. I close the file and slide it back towards her.
“Well, it looks like you've got everything under control. I'm sorry I wasn't here to help,” I force an apologetic smile.
“Oh don't wor
