Greg suppressed a groan and an eyeroll. Anderson was distracted again.
"Anderson, it's perfectly fine. You've arranged it all, Molly has even said you've done a capital job of it. Sally is going to love it."
"Really? Because I'm not sure now of the flowers… or the colours… bollocks, Greg. What if I've absolutely buggered it all up…?"
"Phillip, don't take this personally, but you're the bloody reason I drink," Greg finally said with a barely suppressed snort.
"Well at least you've a legitimate reason," was the reply, with a low chuckle. "Seriously though… we're getting MARRIED. You really think Sally will like this?"
"Yes," Greg said quietly. "She'll love it. Look, in very short order you've gone from a casual affair to pending parenthood and now a marriage before your boy arrives. Some people need a slow burn and some just thrive in a blaze. You and Sally are the blaze."
"You really think so?" Phillip asked, sounding hopeful.
"Absolutely," his boss replied with a grin. "Look, between ourselves, Molly has been having whimsical chats with Sally, getting ideas, preferences, likes, dislikes, that sort of thing. Trust me, you know your bride a lot better than you think."
Phillip smiled, relieved. "Well then. One last thing to sort. Sir, would you be my best man while I marry my betrothed?"