Wedding Night

like Parr.” I smile back.
    “You know this place is
the
honeymoon resort? They’ve had celebs here and everything. Our suite is to
die
for. And we’re renewing our vows tomorrow night, on the Love Island. That’s what they call it, the Love Island.”
    She gestures down toward the sea, at a wooden jetty extending into the distance. At the end it broadens into a large platform which has been set up with a gauzy white canopy.
    “We’re having cocktails afterward,” she adds. “You should come along! Maybe you could renew your vows too!”
    “Already?”
    I don’t want to sound rude, but that’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard. I got married yesterday. Why would I renew my vows?
    “We’ve decided to renew ours every year,” says Melissa complacently. “Next year we’re going to do them in Mauritius, and I’ve already seen exactly the dress I want to wear. Last month’s
Brides
. The Vera Wang on page fifty-four. Did you see it?” Melissa’s phone trills before I can answer, and she frowns. “Excuse me a moment.… Matt? Matt, what onearth are you doing? I’m at the bar! As we arranged. The bar … No, not the spa, the
bar
!”
    She exhales impatiently, then puts her phone away and beams at me again. “So, you two
must
go in for the Couples’ Quiz this afternoon.”
    “Couples’ Quiz?” I echo blankly.
    “You know. Like the TV show. You answer questions about your partner and the winners are the couple who know each other best.” She gestures at a nearby poster, which reads:
    TODAY at 4 PM:

COUPLES’ QUIZ on the BEACH
.
BIG PRIZES!! FREE ENTRY!!
    “Everyone’s entered,” she adds, sipping at her drink through a straw. “They put on loads of activities for honeymooners here. It’s all marketing nonsense, of course.” She casually brushes back her hair. “I mean, honestly, as if marriage were a competition.”
    I almost snort with laughter. Nice try. She wants to win so badly, it’s practically etched on her skin.
    “So, are you in?” She peers at me over her Gucci shades. “Go on! It’s only a laugh!”
    I suppose she’s right. I mean, let’s face it, what else are we doing with our time?
    “OK. Sign us up.”
    “Yianni!” Melissa calls over to the bartender. “I’ve got you another couple for Couples’ Quiz.”
    “What?” Ben turns to me with a frown.
    “We’re going in for a competition,” I inform him. “We agreed to do the first activity we saw, didn’t we? Well, this is it.”
    Yianni passes two paper flyers to Ben and me, along with a bottle of wine and two glasses, which Ben must have ordered. Melissa has stood up from her bar stool. She’s on the phone again and sounds even more irate than before.
    “The beach bar, not the lobby bar. The beach bar! … OK, stay there, I’m coming.… See you later,” she mouths, and totters off in a swirl of orange caftan.
    When she’s gone, Ben and I are silent for a moment, studying the Couples’ Quiz flyers.
Demonstrate your love! Prove you have what it takes as a couple!
    Despite everything, I can feel my competitive spirit rising. Not that I need to prove anything at all. But I just
know
there isn’t any couple at this resort more intimate and connected than Ben and me. I mean, look at them. And look at us.
    “We’re
so
going to lose this,” says Ben, with a snort of amusement.
    Lose?
    “No, we’re not!” I stare at him in dismay. “Why do you say that?”
    “Because we need to know stuff about each other,” replies Ben, as though it’s obvious. “Which we don’t.”
    “We know
heaps
about each other!” I say defensively. “We’ve known each other since we were eighteen! If you ask me, we’re going to win.”
    Ben raises an eyebrow. “Maybe. What kind of questions do they ask?”
    “I don’t know. I never watched the show.” I have a sudden idea. “But Fliss has got the board game. I’ll call her.”

14

FLISS
    We’re at the departure gate at Heathrow when my phone rings. Before I can move, Noah plucks it out of the side pocket of my bag and studies the display.
    “It’s Aunt Lottie phoning!” His face lights up in excitement. “Shall I tell her we’re coming to surprise her on her special holiday?”
    “No!” I grab the phone. “Just sit down a minute. Look at your sticker pack. Do the dinosaurs.” I press
answer
and take a couple of steps away from Noah, trying to compose myself. “Lottie, hi!” I greet her.
    “There you are! I’ve been trying to reach you! Where