For Willow, a simple wedding had conjured up visions of a small country church, a dress from the local bride shop, standard grey morning suits all round for the men, two bridesmaids. Two grown-up bridesmaids who could be relief upon, upon to eat their posies, burst into tears, or worse. A simple reception. Her mother's version of "simple" involved Melchester Cathedral, scrubbed choir boys in starched-white surplices, massed bell-ringers and a full scale posse of bridesmaid and page-boys. Add in enough flowers and ribbon to keep a florist in business for a year... Then there was the reception. No. She was stressed enough. She absolutely refused to contemplate the reception. Willow and Mike can't decide who's more relieved when each jilts the other at the altar! Having got cold feet, they've now decided to pursue their dream jobs rather than marry... But, accidentally bumping into Willow afterward, Mike knows they still love one another...and should be facing their problems rather than running from them. Somehow, Mike has to capture his runaway bride, convince her they're meant to be together, and this time get her to the church!
