Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

I just wanted to make it better.
‘You okay?’ I said, as I caught up.
The bottom line was, it should have been him.
He blinked a couple of times. ‘Fine,’ he said. He let out a little breath, as if he
had been holding it. Then he looked up at me. ‘Come on, let’s go and get a
drink.’
The marquee was situated in a walled garden, the wrought-iron gateway into it
intertwined with garlands of pale-pink flowers. The bar, positioned at the far
end, was already crowded, so I suggested that Will waited outside while I went
and got him a drink. I weaved my way through tables clad in white linen cloths
and laden with more cutlery and glassware than I had ever seen. The chairs had
gilt backs, like the ones you see at fashion shows, and white lanterns hung above
each centrepiece of freesias and lilies. The air was thick with the scent of
flowers, to the point where I found it almost stifling.
‘Pimm’s?’ the barman said, when I got to the front. ‘Um … ’ I looked around,
seeing that this was actually the only drink on offer. ‘Oh. Okay. Two, please.’
He smiled at me. ‘The other drinks come out later, apparently. But Miss
Dewar wanted everyone to start with Pimm’s.’ The look he gave me was slightly
conspiratorial. It told me with the faintest lift of an eyebrow what he thought of
that.
I stared at the pink lemonade drink. My dad said it was always the richest
people who were the tightest, but I was amazed that they wouldn’t even start the
wedding with alcohol. ‘I guess that’ll have to do, then,’ I said, and took the
glasses from him.
When I found Will, there was a man talking to him. Young, bespectacled, he
was half crouching, one arm resting on the arm of Will’s chair. The sun was now
high in the sky, and I had to squint to see them properly. I could suddenly see the
point of all those wide-brimmed hats.
‘So bloody good to see you out again, Will,’ he was saying. ‘The office isn’t
the same without you. I shouldn’t say as much … but it’s not the same. It just
isn’t.’
He looked like a young accountant – the kind of man who is only really
comfortable in a suit.
‘It’s nice of you to say so.’