The Ceremony went without a hitch. With Mum as centre of attention, Gary as proud new husband, and me as delighted-for-them daughter, we made our way to the wedding breakfast. Gary was seated between Mum and me; he smiled, chatted brightly, and tried desperately not to let his eyes drift down to my front, or to the shapely leg exposed by the side split in my bridesmaid’s dress, which had fallen open when I sat down. Pete,...