It had been a long day. Hers had started with her waking up sprawled in bed with Sophie at five, and the running herself off her feet with the last minute preparations. Then the wedding itself, and the reception, and - well, she'd seen Charlotte, even if she hadn't...engaged.

It was best not to, really.

It was better to lean against her husband as they danced, her head on his shoulder with a smile on her lips.

"I should make you sing to me everyday," she says as she looks up at him, with a twinkle in her eyes.