["Only in some ways?" you ask. Let's just say that there was one Shadow over the weekend and I'm not yet ready to talk about it.]
On Wednesday the bridal party drove down to Gloucestershire where many of Olivia and Stu's family had already gathered. The Banker was seriously pissed I wasn't taking him as my Plus One, but the night before we'd gone out for curry and beers and he finally saw the light: as a bridesmaid I'm going to be way too busy to pay him any attention.
We checked into the Cotswold hotel which had been booked out for the wedding, then that evening there was a dinner party at Olivia's parents' house. Some thirty plus people. Then us girls sat up late into the night, talking the way we used to do back in our Pembroke days, just the four of us and a bottle of tequila.
There was no lie in on Thursday as we had the rehearsal, followed by a day of Olivia's mother fussing about flowers and seating arrangements. She even made the musicians do a full run through. Twice.
By that night even more family and friends had arrived, so we had dinner in a restaurant they'd booked out for the night. After dinner, all us young people headed out to a nightclub (yes, there are some outside London, if you look hard enough). And Stuart's Uncle Martin, who seems to think he's still 30. (He's not!)
On Friday we slept in, finally dragging ourselves out of bed to hit the spa for manicures, pedicures, and overall pampering - and champagne!
Stuart met up for dinner with a bunch of his work-mates, then we all got together at the pub for drinks, partying until the early hours.
The bride wore white, the bridesmaids were in blue. The men looked dapper in their grey morning suits. There were blue irises everywhere.
There was more champagne, way too many speeches, lots of dancing, a little light flirting with some of Stu's friends, before Sophie and I collapsed into bed at 3am, too tired even to get out of our bridesmaid dresses. I have no idea what happened to Amelia after about one in the morning, but I know Sophie and I both went to bed alone.
On Sunday morning we had a late champagne breakfast on the lawn at Olivia parents' house. The champagne worked quite well as a chaser, but most of us were wearing sunglasses and not talking much. While Olivia and Stu had to be responsible and see off all their guests, Sophie, Amelia and I headed back to the hotel and our beds. It was then I dropped my bombshell on them and told them about The Shadow.
That night was a very subdued dinner in the hotel, a bit of a let down after the excitement of the previous days. I still hadn't quite recovered from the party the night before and headed to bed early. Alone again, and just a little maudlin. Not quite the way I'd envisioned the weekend panning out.
The next morning we sent the happy honeymooners off to start their diving holiday in Thailand, and those of us who hadn't yet left began our own journey back to London and the grind of everyday life. And here I now am.
Olivia and Stuart: I wish you a lifetime of happiness together. Thanks for a wonderful week and for showing me that maybe love is real, after all.