Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

‘Even your own,’ Mrs Traynor murmured, adding more audibly, ‘You look
very smart, darling.’ She knelt down, adjusting the hem of Will’s trousers.
‘Really, very smart.’
‘So do you.’ Mr Traynor eyed me approvingly as I stepped out of the driver’s
seat. ‘Very eye-catching. Give us a twirl, then, Louisa.’
Will turned his chair away. ‘She doesn’t have time, Dad. Let’s get on the road,
Clark. I’m guessing it’s bad form to wheel yourself in behind the bride.’
I climbed back into the car with relief. With Will’s chair secured in the back,
and his smart jacket hung neatly over the passenger’s seat so that it wouldn’t
crease, we set off.
I could have told you what Alicia’s parents’ house would be like even before I
got there. In fact, my imagination got it so nearly spot on that Will asked me why
I was laughing as I slowed the car. A large, Georgian rectory, its tall windows
partly obscured by showers of pale wisteria, its drive a caramel pea shingle, it
was the perfect house for a colonel. I could already picture her growing up
within it, her hair in two neat blonde plaits as she sat astride her first fat pony on
the lawn.
Two men in reflective tabards were directing traffic into a field between the
house and the church beside it. I wound down the window. ‘Is there a car park
beside the church?’
‘Guests are this way, Madam.’
‘Well, we have a wheelchair, and it will sink into the grass here,’ I said. ‘We
need to be right beside the church. Look, I’ll go just there.’
They looked at each other, and murmured something between themselves.
Before they could say anything else, I drove up and parked in the secluded spot
beside the church. And here it starts, I told myself, catching Will’s eye in the
mirror as I turned off the ignition.
‘Chill out, Clark. It’s all going to be fine,’ he said.
‘I’m perfectly relaxed. Why would you think I wasn’t?’
‘You’re ridiculously transparent. Plus you’ve chewed off four of your
fingernails while you’ve been driving.’
I parked, climbed out, adjusted my wrap around myself, and clicked the
controls that would lower the ramp. ‘Okay,’ I said, as Will’s wheels met the