The second wives club [antikvár]

A first wife is for life, not just for Christmas Letting out an ever-so-pretty little sigh that didn't cause her bosom to erupt from her corseted dress, Alison cast her eyes up and dov^n the top table, letting her gaze linger on the eye-catching arrangement of lilies from one of London's top florists. The fact that hundreds, if not thousands, of identical lilies were available from far cheaper outlets was neither here nor there. As she had told Luca on the numerous occasions he had questioned the validity, not to mention expense, of it all, she wanted the best. If she'd had her way, they'd have been married in St Paul's Cathedral with a hundred-strong choir and Dame Kiri Te Kanawa warbling the bridal march. But the small matter of Luca's previous marriage had limited them to Windsor Register Office, and his refusal to shell out for any more 'London prices' meant the reception was being held at a nearby conference hotel of the kind usually associated with a Corby trouser press and complimentary bourbon biscuit in every room.