‘Oh no. Carrie definitely wants a country wedding. The church with the little house thing over the gate – just like Ashlyn.'

‘That's going to be really difficult. There aren't many-'

‘Carrie doesn't mind where in England she gets married, just as long as it's really pretty.' There was a pause, and Sarah used it to sip more water. 'As I said, we can find another planner if you think you can't do this. We were recommended you, but-'

‘May I ask who recommended me?' Ashlyn's wedding had only been the day before. Who on earth could have been there and passed on her name to such a high-grade client and so quickly?

‘Oh yes, it was Hugo. Hugo Marsters.'

‘Hugo!' The image of the two of them last night flashed into her mind, but she hurriedly dismissed it.

‘Yes, I've been a friend of his sister since for ever, and I was visiting with her earlier today. He showed me some wonderful photographs of the wedding on his digital camera. I know that is just what Carrie is looking for. So can you do it?’

Sarah wouldn't have refused this job whoever she'd been recommended by, but the fact that it was Hugo gave her an extra incentive; if he thought she was good enough to do this, she must do it, and brilliantly. Just to prove how professional she was. 'Of course I can do it,' she said, trying to banish all traces of desperation from her voice. 'I was just pointing out the potential problems, but if Carrie's happy to get married anywhere, I can find a church, I'm sure.' In fact, she wasn't at all sure, but she had discovered that if she sounded confident her determination and refusal to be beaten usually got her what she wanted. With luck the vicar concerned could be bribed with a huge contribution to his tower-restoration fund and allow a starlet to be married outside her own parish – which was probably in America anyway.

After answering some key questions, Mandy, unaware of Sarah's false confidence, said, 'So what's the deal?’

When Sarah finally got off the phone she collapsed on the bed for several minutes before getting some clothes on. Wedding planner to the stars. It did sound wonderful, but could she do it? With a proper amount of time, of course she could. With a deadline as tight as that, maybe not, especially as her sister was getting married the same day.

As she pulled on a pair of knickers she remembered that she'd put clean knickers on in the hotel that morning. Two lifetimes had passed since then. It was strange that her body was still much the same: the same healing spot, the same little chip in her toenail varnish. She found her favourite fleecy joggers and a T-shirt. Summer it may have been, but she'd got cold talking on the telephone half-naked – she needed comfort clothes.

The discussion Sarah had had with Mandy gave her the information that not only did Carrie Condy want a very elaborate and yet traditional wedding, she would not be around much. Hearing this, Sarah had suggested she go to a top wedding dress shop and buy a dress off the peg. She explained that it would be made to fit and look as if it had been made exclusively for Carrie, but Mandy was insistent. Carrie wanted a couture gown, 'made to measure and everything like Ashlyn'. Sarah didn't ask how Carrie had got to know about Ashlyn's dress because the answer would probably have been Hugo. Hugo was definitely the sort of man who would know which wedding dresses were handmade and which were only 'prét-a-porter'. She didn't know if this was a point in his favour, or against him.

At her desk, she created another file on her computer, and an actual file. On the actual file she wrote Carrie Condy in bold letters and wondered if the project was too much for her, and if she should ring back and suggest Carrie go to one of the big wedding-planning firms.

But apart from the fact that Sarah really enjoyed a challenge, and wanted this important client, the answer was quite likely to be that Carrie wanted the same planner that Ashlyn had had. Briefly Sarah wondered if she could convince both Carrie and Ashlyn that Carrie should wear Ashlyn's actual dress. It would save so much time. But even if Sarah were willing to ring Cannes and ask Ashlyn, she was by now fairly sure that Carrie would want a dress exactly the same as Ashlyn's but different. Sarah wrote Elsa's name down in both files. She would ring her later as toiles and boned and beaded gowns took a long time to make, but her first priority was the venue. She took down her book of churches – a fragile Collins Guide – and her file of all the churches she had used so far, which listed all their attributes, including things like the availability of loos and parking. Her heart sank. There was no way the church that Ashlyn got married in would be available.

It was nine o'clock at night, and Sarah still hadn't eaten. She went to the kitchen end of her sitting room and poured some cereal into a bowl. It was all she wanted, a nice bowl of cornflakes. Then she remembered there was no milk and seriously considered crying. 'Get a grip!' she told herself loudly. 'You've just got the most fantastic contract! The fact that she wants the same date as Lily is a bit of a problem. But man is a problem-solving animal! It'll be fine!’

She was chewing a lump of cheese, having no energy to turn it into a sandwich, when her mobile rung. Hugo's name flashed up and she switched it off. No way would she speak to Hugo until she was a bit more together about Carrie's wedding. She would need all her wits about her for this event. It strengthened her resolve. Not only did she not want to risk another man getting anywhere near her heart, she couldn't afford any distractions, not if she was going to pull off the wedding of the year at such short notice. The whole kissing episode would have to be faced sometime – she couldn't avoid Hugo for ever; they worked in the same business – but just now, Sarah wasn't fit for either a professional or a personal conversation. He could leave a message.

She fell into bed without brushing her teeth.

The next morning Sarah made what felt like a hundred telephone calls, to find no church either able or willing to do a wedding in two months' time. The worst part was the disbelief expressed by whoever answered the phone that anyone could be so naïve as to think that a really picturesque church would be available on a summer Saturday. Sarah got fed up explaining that it wasn't her who was so ignorant, it was her client. She had also decided that as the chances of whatever church they did get having a lych-gate were so small that she would have one made by some people she knew of who made stage sets. The only other way she could get a summer Saturday and a lych-gate would be to find the right sort of church and then poison the bride who'd already booked it, she thought. She was a professional, she could do that.

She was hunting through the church book again when the phone rang. It was Hugo. He was very persistent. Sarah let the answerphone pick up again.

The following day Sarah drove to the hotel where Ashlyn's wedding had taken place. She was anxious. Although she was here in part to thank all the staff concerned in the wedding again, and to clarify arrangements for another wedding which was thankfully not due until early in the new year, she was also meeting Hugo.

They usually met up after a wedding they'd both been on duty at to go through the photographs. In the excitement of the last couple of days she'd temporarily forgotten this fact, especially as there had been no hurry this time. But Hugo had been insistent, and now she would have to face him. Since she hadn't been answering her phone, they had made today's arrangement by text – it had taken several of them to persuade her – which was unusual for Sarah, but after everything that had gone on she had been just too tired for proper conversation. That was her excuse and she was sticking to it.