She woke up at seven to her alarm and his arm still around her.

She lay still for a moment. The hotel room grey with early light. The lilac dress on the wardrobe door. The sounds of the town starting outside.

She felt him wake up — the specific shift of someone moving from sleep to consciousness — and his arm tightened briefly before loosening.

"Morning," he said. His voice rough with sleep.

"Morning," she said.

They lay for a moment in the early light and she thought about the day ahead — hair at nine, photographs at eleven, ceremony at one, reception until whenever — and felt it all...