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see on other people’s wedding lists.”
“Good idea,” Olivia agree. “We’ll do it our way.”
With that, she snuggles down next to Kieran and they begin to consider the options. The first and very surprising disagreement arises quickly. Olivia has already discussed the possibility of a few key pieces of nice china with her mother for whenever she and Kieran begin to hold posh grown-up dinners rather than the casual suppers or takeaways they invite their friends to share in. The two women have picked something floral from the Royal Doulton range, which Kieran starts to flick to in the brochure she’s brought him. She’s convinced he’ll be happy with the choice.
“I know it’s got flowers in the pattern,” she says. “But they’re green and blue – not to girly at all. It’ll be different from the usual plain stuff everyone seems to have these days. I mean we don’t want to be like everyone else, do we?”
Kieran laughs. “There’s no danger of that. Even our friends think we’re pretty weird. Ah, here it is.”
Olivia sits back with a smile and waits for his agreement. It doesn’t come. Kieran is gazing at the glorious picture on the page and frowning.
Surely that can’t be right. Is he ill?
“Are you okay?” she asks him. Mind you, she isn’t entirely sure what to do if her fiancé has suddenly taken a turn for the worst. Kieran is never ill.
He gazes at her. “It’s a bit garish, isn’t it?”
For a moment, Olivia has no idea what he’s talking about as her mind has already raced on into all sorts of terrifying scenarios, and she blinks at him before she understands.
“You mean: the china pattern?”
“Pattern?” he says. “You mean the bunch of fake flowers that someone has thrown at this innocent plate?”
She mock-punches his arm and he pretends to squirm. “What are you going on about, you idiot,” she says but she is already starting to laugh, the battle all but lost for sure. “It’s a beautiful choice for our list – everyone will sit up and take notice of something like that.”
“I’m sure they will, but for all the wrong reasons. Anyway, they’ll definitely think we’ve gone mad – everyone knows we don’t like gardens and flowers and that kind of stuff. Have you been chatting to your mother again?”
Olivia has to concede the point. The trouble with getting married and having a fiancé is that – if you’re doing it right – they know you too well and you are therefore less likely to get away with anything.
“Okay, then,” she says. “No floral china patterns. We’re getting presents for us, not me and my mother. What sort of pattern do you like, darling? We could always get some more Denby’s if you don’t fancy any china.”
She and Kieran have a soft spot for Denby’s crockery and have already stashed away twelve dinner plates, five side plates (one sadly broken) and quite a few mugs in their time together just for everyday use. The sheer number of the collection also means they don’t need to wash up quite as often which is always a plus point. The pattern is fairly plain – white with a dark blue trim – but Olivia doesn’t mind that.
Her fiancé nods. “Yes, we could. But wouldn’t it be nice to have something not for everyday use that we could bring out occasionally? I’ve been thinking about this for a few days and I’ve found some options I like. I’ll get the brochure.”
He rummages in his briefcase and pulls out a Wedgwood brochure. Olivia is impressed. He then turns to page 42 which shows the plainest set of crockery she’s ever seen – nothing but white on white, with a touch of white just to add a bit of excitement to the whole thing. She can’t help but laugh. Not because of the sort of style her fiancé likes – he’s nothing if not subtle and the utter opposite of herself – but Kieran never ever does any pre-planning so the fact he’s thought about wedding lists at all is astonishing. “You mean you’ve
“Good idea,” Olivia agree. “We’ll do it our way.”
With that, she snuggles down next to Kieran and they begin to consider the options. The first and very surprising disagreement arises quickly. Olivia has already discussed the possibility of a few key pieces of nice china with her mother for whenever she and Kieran begin to hold posh grown-up dinners rather than the casual suppers or takeaways they invite their friends to share in. The two women have picked something floral from the Royal Doulton range, which Kieran starts to flick to in the brochure she’s brought him. She’s convinced he’ll be happy with the choice.
“I know it’s got flowers in the pattern,” she says. “But they’re green and blue – not to girly at all. It’ll be different from the usual plain stuff everyone seems to have these days. I mean we don’t want to be like everyone else, do we?”
Kieran laughs. “There’s no danger of that. Even our friends think we’re pretty weird. Ah, here it is.”
Olivia sits back with a smile and waits for his agreement. It doesn’t come. Kieran is gazing at the glorious picture on the page and frowning.
Surely that can’t be right. Is he ill?
“Are you okay?” she asks him. Mind you, she isn’t entirely sure what to do if her fiancé has suddenly taken a turn for the worst. Kieran is never ill.
He gazes at her. “It’s a bit garish, isn’t it?”
For a moment, Olivia has no idea what he’s talking about as her mind has already raced on into all sorts of terrifying scenarios, and she blinks at him before she understands.
“You mean: the china pattern?”
“Pattern?” he says. “You mean the bunch of fake flowers that someone has thrown at this innocent plate?”
She mock-punches his arm and he pretends to squirm. “What are you going on about, you idiot,” she says but she is already starting to laugh, the battle all but lost for sure. “It’s a beautiful choice for our list – everyone will sit up and take notice of something like that.”
“I’m sure they will, but for all the wrong reasons. Anyway, they’ll definitely think we’ve gone mad – everyone knows we don’t like gardens and flowers and that kind of stuff. Have you been chatting to your mother again?”
Olivia has to concede the point. The trouble with getting married and having a fiancé is that – if you’re doing it right – they know you too well and you are therefore less likely to get away with anything.
“Okay, then,” she says. “No floral china patterns. We’re getting presents for us, not me and my mother. What sort of pattern do you like, darling? We could always get some more Denby’s if you don’t fancy any china.”
She and Kieran have a soft spot for Denby’s crockery and have already stashed away twelve dinner plates, five side plates (one sadly broken) and quite a few mugs in their time together just for everyday use. The sheer number of the collection also means they don’t need to wash up quite as often which is always a plus point. The pattern is fairly plain – white with a dark blue trim – but Olivia doesn’t mind that.
Her fiancé nods. “Yes, we could. But wouldn’t it be nice to have something not for everyday use that we could bring out occasionally? I’ve been thinking about this for a few days and I’ve found some options I like. I’ll get the brochure.”
He rummages in his briefcase and pulls out a Wedgwood brochure. Olivia is impressed. He then turns to page 42 which shows the plainest set of crockery she’s ever seen – nothing but white on white, with a touch of white just to add a bit of excitement to the whole thing. She can’t help but laugh. Not because of the sort of style her fiancé likes – he’s nothing if not subtle and the utter opposite of herself – but Kieran never ever does any pre-planning so the fact he’s thought about wedding lists at all is astonishing. “You mean you’ve
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