She felt both gratified and horrified that the thought of her hypothetical wedding would drive the man to drink. Not that it took much. God, she really did have to start mingling with more teetotallers.

"Spike," she began -- best to be merciful and put him out of his misery. "I haven't actually planned a wedding for myself since...well -- ours."

Wait. That's not where she wanted to with that. Not at all. That engagement wasn't even a real engagement!