Lucy Knott

It doesn’t matter anymore; what matters is that Hannah loves me enough to want to marry me, and how could I say no to that?

A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

she asks, worry lines creasing her brow.

Typical,’ I mutter under my breath as the British clouds decide to let loose and rain on my parade, quite literally if you count a wedding as a parade, which I’m going to say I do. I’m full of wedding puns today, ap‍

, marriage was not something I dreamt about nor had time for, but then as the saying goes, ‘when you know, you know.’

I glance in the slightly smeared glass of the archaic mirror with a gold leaf border, and sure enough, my lips are blue.

Romance was not a word commonly uttered in my house, with my