On a table heaving with flowers at the wedding of one of my best friends, I was struggling to find my name.
‘Sorry, Caroline, you’re not in this room. We’ve put you through here instead,’ said her aunt, leading me out of the stately banquet hall to a tatty side annexe and a table of complete strangers.
‘There’s someone else on their own so it’s easier for the numbers and seating plan to put you both on this one.’
No doubt my face said it all.
You see, call me naive, but as a lifelong ride-or-die friend I thought I’d be at the heart
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