"The caterer asked if I wanted punch," she tells Aunt Maggie. "I said it probably would just be more efficient to have a full bar. You should have seen the jaw-drop." It's not like she doesn't know that the men of her acquaintance carry around flasks.

She shakes her head, and then pauses. "Not really," she finally says. "I think it would have been a different sort of lovely, but Victor wanted the church wedding, and if we were going to have that..." She was having her reception.