Never a Perfect Moment by Cathy Cole Page A

the stage. What would it take to convince Rhi that Brody was a far better fit for her than Max?
    The brides looked incredible as they moved among their guests, talking and laughing in matching gauzy golden gowns. The food was disappearing fast.
    â€œMore food,” Mr Gupta urged. “Quickly, Polly!”
    Polly realized there was only one canapé left on her tray. She hurried back to the catering area to collect some more.
    â€œHow did I sound?” said Rhi, snapping off her mic as he put her head through the catering curtain during a break in the music.
    â€œAs great as I said you would,” said Lila. “You should totally date Brody.”
    Rhi flushed. “I’m going out with Max!”
    Polly rushed in. “Lila’s right, Rhi. Brody is perfect for you. Just looking at you both on the stage … there’s a kind of magic about it. You should give him a chance!”
    Rhi squirmed. “Brody and I have started writing songs together,” she said shyly. “I want to have a collection of original tracks to send to a record producer really soon. But any connection that we have is only through our music. He’d never like someone like me. Besides,” she added as Lila and Polly started protesting, “I wouldn’t want to risk our working relationship by … turning it into something else.”
    Polly opened her mouth to argue. Mr Gupta put his head around the curtain.
    â€œWhat is this dawdling?” he demanded. “Where are my canapés?”
    Polly grabbed her tray and hurried back out among the guests.
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    Polly stifled a yawn as she cleared away the plates from the tables. The reception would continue into the morning hours, but her and Lila’s food service duties were done. Polly was looking forward to going home and putting her feet up. Maybe Eve had talked to her mother by now, and would be back home. Polly hoped so.
    She had been discreetly checking her phone throughout the wedding reception for any missed calls from Ollie. Nothing. Whatever Eve said, Polly was convinced that he wouldn’t call again. It’s for the best, she reminded herself. We would never have worked out.
    Lila was clearing tables a short distance away.
    Polly wished she could talk to Lila about Ollie. But how could she? It would be far too weird to ask advice from Ollie’s former girlfriend.
    â€œPsst!”
    Polly glanced round in surprise. Eve was smiling at her through the tent flaps.
    â€œHey,” Eve whispered. “We thought we’d sneak in. I could use some fun.”
    Polly glanced around. No one was watching. “It’s a private wedding party, Eve,” she said a little reluctantly. “Who are you with?”
    Eve grinned. She tugged back the marquee flap a little further – to reveal Ollie and Josh.
    Colour whooshed into Polly’s cheeks. Ollie was looking right at her. Eve had brought him here. For her. She put down the dirty plates she was holding in case she dropped them.
    Eve slipped through the tent flaps, tugging Ollie and Josh with her. She smoothed down the pretty pale blue dress she was wearing. “I hope this is Gatsby enough,” she said, giggling. “I have the most divine dress at home but of course I couldn’t sneak back and fetch it.”
    â€œI hope they had hoodies in the twenties,” said Josh, tweaking his sweatshirt. “Nice party,” he added, looking at the dance floor in admiration.
    â€œRhi sounds fantastic,” said Ollie, looking at where Rhi was still singing on the stage with Brody.
    â€œI don’t know what the brides will say to gatecrashers,” said Lila, appearing behind Polly.
    Eve looked shocked. “Brides?” she said. “This … this is a gay wedding?”
    She looked at the two golden brides dancing with each other in the middle of the floor, their heads on each other’s shoulders. They looked so in love.
    â€œWell, this is