Wedding Party Collection: Once A Bridesmaid...: Here Comes the Bridesmaid / Falling for the Bridesmaid

Sunshine would have laughed if she hadn’t felt so shaken. What on earth did he believe had just happened? That she and Natalie had been having a friendly chat while Rob stood there choking? Maybe that Sunshine was persuading Natalie, mid-Heimlich manoeuvre, to sing at the wedding reception against Leo’s express wishes?

At this point Sunshine would prefer to hire herself to warble a few off-key songs!

She was almost glad when Natalie, squealing again, rushed towards Leo and threw herself into his arms. Leo, looking frazzled, backed into the kitchen, pulling Natalie with him.

Frazzle away, you idiot, Sunshine said in her head, and quickly returned to Iain.

‘You’re amazing,’ he said, standing to pull out her chair.

‘Anyone could have done it,’ she said dismissively. ‘I’m just glad I didn’t break any of his ribs—that’s the main danger. And I don’t want to sit, Iain. I want to go home. I have another high drama to get through tonight: a video call with Jon.’

‘Why high drama?’

Sunshine sighed. ‘You’re not the only one worried about the zombies.’

* * *

‘Jon, you’re wrong.’

Those were the first words Sunshine had managed to edge into the conversation since her initial ‘Hello’ three minutes earlier.

Not that ‘conversation’ described the incendiary soliloquy Jon had been delivering, which covered her unsatisfactory outlook on life, her ill-preparedness to deal with a man of Leo’s darkness, a disjointed reminder to ensure she was taking precautions—which caused her a momentary pang of guilt about the unprecedented lack of a condom last night, although she was on the pill and that had to count for something—and the general benefits of not actively courting disaster.

‘No, Sunshine, I’m not wrong,’ Jon said, and seemed ready to relaunch.

Sunshine headed him off by jamming her fingers in her ears. She raised her eyebrows, waiting. And at last he smiled.

She removed her fingers from her ears. ‘This is not worth so much anxiety, Jonathan.’

‘I’m worried about you, Sunny. About the way you’ve been living—no, only half living—since...’

She held her breath. Watched as Jonathan hesitated...

‘Ever since Moon, Sunny,’ he continued, but more gently. ‘This four-times-only thing. The blocking yourself off from anything more. It’s not you!’

‘Yes, it is.’

‘It’s not.’ Sigh. ‘I know I’m wasting my breath.’ Another sigh. ‘Well, you will not be able to dictate terms to Leo Quartermaine. Look, Leo is going to be my brother-in-law, and you’re like a sister to me. I need you two to like each other. Calmly, rationally, like each other.’

‘I’m always friends with the men I’ve slept with.’

‘He is not like the others.’

She rolled her eyes. The zombie camp! ‘There aren’t that many of them, you know!’

‘I know Sunshine—you talk a good game, but you don’t fool me. You never have. Sleeping with a guy is the exception, not the rule. But, whether it’s two or ten or a hundred guys, Leo is not like them and he will not be your friend at the end. There are other men in Sydney, and a ridiculous number of them seem happy to have you lead them around by their sex organs. Why did you have to pick Leo?’

‘It kind of— He kind of— Look, the situation picked itself. That’s all.’

‘You mean you had no control over it? Neither of you?’

Sunshine thought back to last night. The way ‘no-touch’ Leo had gathered her in when she’d given him that one hug. How she’d melted just from the feel of his fingers in her hair. The way the kiss had spiralled...

‘Apparently not, Jonathan.’

‘This is bad, Sunny.’

‘I promise not to let it interfere with the wedding.’

‘You can’t promise that. There are two of you.’

‘I’m not going to start asking your permission before sleeping with someone,’ she said, exasperated.

Pause. Silence. Jon looked morose.

‘Jon?’

More silence.

‘Jon—where does that leave us?’

‘It leaves us, very unsatisfactorily, at loggerheads,’ he said. ‘And while we’re there I’m going to raise the other subject you hate. Where are Moonbeam’s ashes, Sunshine?’

Sunshine stiffened. ‘They are in the urn, here in my office, where they’ve always been. Want to see them?’

‘Don’t be flippant. Not about this. She’d hate it, Sunny. You know she would. When are you going to do it?’

Sunshine managed a, ‘Soon.’ But it wasn’t easy getting the word out of a suddenly clogged throat.

‘You’ve been saying that for two years.’

‘Soon,’ she repeated. ‘But now I have to go. I have to finish the new handbag designs.’

‘I’ll keep asking.’

‘I will do it. Just...not yet.’

‘I love you, Sunny,’ Jon said, looking so sad it tore at Sunshine’s heart. ‘But this isn’t fair. Not on Moon. Not on your parents. Not on you. You’ve got to let yourself get over her death.’

‘I...can’t. I can’t, Jon.’

‘You have to.’ Another sigh. ‘We’ll speak soon.’

Sunshine signed off.

Work. She would work for a while.

But half an hour later she was still sitting there, staring at the urn that held Moonbeam’s ashes. The urn was centred very precisely on top of the bureau Sunshine had painted in her sister’s favourite colour—‘cobalt dazzle’, Moon had called it.