Lita sat with Diarmid, nestled between her father and Corry to one side of her and Bliss and Naomi on the other, five rows back from the front of Jesse’s wedding.
Torben was singing an operatic masterpiece and Lita’s tears were free flowing but she still swung her elbow deep into Diarmid’s side as he and Naomi snickered over the music. Neither of them a fan of opera or classical music and they were finding the theatrics of the groom as he serenaded his bride, over the top.
“What is this called?” Diarmid asked as he bit his lower lip trying to regain control of his giggles.
“And the stars were shining,” Lita hissed back.
“I think the stars exploded,” Diarmid mocked.
“I wonder if that’s his o****m face,” Naomi whispered as Torben scrunched up and let loose a loud and long note. Her ques
