After dinner in the beautiful wedding tent, I sit back in my chair and look around the room. Mills catches my eye and smiles and waves at me. Her table is just beside ours — she’s sitting with Dad, Shelly, and Gracie, Finn, Polly, and Bailey. As Seth never replied to say he wasn’t coming, there’s an empty seat beside Polly where he should be sitting.

I’m at the head table with Mum and Dave, Clover, Monique, Russ, Dan, Gramps, Dave’s parents, and Brains. Mum arranged a babysitter for Alex and Evie, and she took them back to Gramps’s house straight after the ceremony. During the last song, Alex tried to strip his little suit off and run around naked. I knew his angel act was too good to last.

I’m really full after dinner. The food was amazing. Finn outdid himself and now he’s taking a well-deserved rest, sitting beside Polly, chatting away to her and laughing a lot. I wonder if Mills is right? Maybe love really is in the air.

Clover nudges me. “Speeches, Beanie. Stop checking out Finn Hunter.”

I laugh. “As if.”

But she’s right about the speeches being about to start. Russ stands up and taps his knife against his glass. “Pray silence for the bride. Sylvie would like to say a few words.”

Everyone claps and cheers as Mum stands up. She looks around the tent for a long moment and then takes a deep breath. “Forgive me if I’m a little emotional,” she begins. “It’s been quite a day. Dave’s not one for making speeches, so this is for both of us. First of all I have a few thank-yous. I want to start with Amy, Clover, and Monique, my beautiful bridesmaids. Amy and Clover also organized the entire wedding, and I’m really grateful to them and so proud of my little sister and my amazing daughter.” Mum’s eyes well up. I’m not far off crying myself. Clover takes my hand in hers and squeezes gently. I smile at her. “I’m incredibly proud of you both,” Mum continues. “And I love you very much. Now I have some other people to thank. Firstly to Dan and Russ, Dave’s best men . . .”

As Mum lists the rest of her thank-yous, I feel someone looking at me from the doorway of the tent, and I turn my head.

It’s Seth. Clover’s noticed him too.

“I told you he’d be here, Beanie,” she says. “He still loves you, babes. I just know it.”

Seth is staring straight at me. My heart starts to race, and I feel horribly nervous and sick. Could Clover be right? I raise my hand to wave and he waves back. I point at the empty seat at Mills’s table and he nods. My head is so full of questions that I don’t hear another word of Mum’s speech, and Clover has to nudge me at the end so that I start clapping.

The applause rings out when Mum has finished, and Seth picks his way through the tables and sits down. He obviously didn’t want to risk interrupting Mum by moving before. How sweet! He says something to Polly and then to Mills and Bailey. I catch Mills’s eye and she smiles gently at me and gives a tiny nod in Seth’s direction. “You OK?” she mouths at me.

I nod at her. But I’m not OK, not at all. Seth is here, at Mum’s wedding. What does that mean? Is he here to hang out with Bailey? Has he taken pity on me and decided to show his face for a little while? Or could Clover possibly be right?

Next, Gramps says a few words about Sylvie, telling funny stories about the things she and Clover got up to when they were little. Then Clover proposes a toast. “To my beautiful sister on her wedding day. I wish you all the happiness in the world, Sylvie. You deserve it.” Everyone ahhs.

And then Russ and Dan give a final toast to Mr. and Mrs. Marcus-Wildgust (they’ve decided to have a double-barreled name, even though it is rather long), and everyone clinks glasses.

“That’s the speeches over,” Clover says. “Now starts the fun bit — the dancing. Ready to shake a few tail feathers, Beanie?”

Brains and his band are already setting up on the wooden dance floor at the far end of the tent.

I nod. “Absolutely.” But all I really want to do is talk to Seth.

Clover sees right through me. “Go and find him,” she says. “I know you’re dying to.”

“I’m scared, Clover,” I admit. “I miss him so much. I don’t want to get upset on Mum’s big day. Maybe he’s just here to wish her good luck. He likes Mum.”

Clover rolls her eyes. “He’s not here for Sylvie. He’s here to see you.” She abruptly changes the subject. “Weren’t they great speeches, Beanie? Sylvie’s was lovely.” Then adds casually, “Oh, hi, Seth. Didn’t see you there.”

He’s here, standing so close I can almost reach out and touch him.

“Hi, Clover,” he says.

“Nice to see you, Seth. I have to talk to Sylvie, I’m afraid, but I’ll catch you later. Take care of my best friend, OK?”

“Amy,” he says, after saying good-bye to Clover. His eyes are soft and gentle, just like the old Seth’s.

“You came,” I say.

“Yes. Can we talk?”

I nod silently. I follow Seth outside and we walk toward the front of Gramps’s house. I point at the steps leading up to the front door. “Should we sit down?”

“Sure,” he says. He sounds nervous. “Will your dress be OK?”

“It’ll be fine.” We sit beside each other, almost shoulder to shoulder. I stay quiet.

“You look beautiful,” he says, breaking the silence.

“Thanks. You look nice too.” He’s wearing his school trousers, a freshly ironed white shirt, and a light-blue tie that matches his eyes.

He laughs. “Mum told me I had to dress up. She’s annoyed with me for being late, but I had to go into town first. I have something for you, a birthday present.”

“You remembered?”

“Yes.” He hands me a small package wrapped in white tissue paper. I open it carefully. Inside is a black box, the size of a matchbox. I open it. And inside that is a silver heart pendant on a delicate silver chain. I take it out.

“Turn it over,” he says.

Engraved on the back is my name, the date of my birth, and then, underneath, the words, WITH LOVE ALWAYS, SETH.

I’m so overwhelmed I can barely breathe, and I have to suck air in, gasping loudly.

“Sorry, sorry,” I murmur, putting my hands over my face in embarrassment.

“No, Amy, I’m the one who should be sorry. I was scared and I pushed you away. The truth is I miss you. I hate being without you. I thought coping with Polly’s illness on my own would be easier, but I was wrong. I know I’ve hurt you and I have no right to expect anything, but can we start again?”

I lift my head and look at him. My mixed-up, annoying, gorgeous, kind boyfriend. And before I know what I’m doing I say, “Yes!”

Then I throw my arms around him and give him an almighty hug.