Five minutes later, I'm passing my mother a glass of prosecco.

"That took you a while," mother comments, much to our entertainment.

"Indeed." Aileen's eyes are sparkling.

"What were you both doing at the bar for so long? Did I see shot glasses?" She is questioning us.

"Mother really," Aileen is smirking, "I very rarely see Rory, and so we thought we'd have a tequila shot to celebrate."

"What are you celebrating?" My mother's eyes dart to both our ring ...