The singularity wedding 

The machines take over in six weeks. Maddie’s wedding is in five. And she is not moving the date.

When a calm, polite announcement tells the world that an artificial intelligence called LATTICE will take charge at noon on Saturday 28 June, most people do the sensible thing. They stop going to work, stockpile tinned peaches and head for the hills.

Maddie Fenwick books a wedding.

She has planned her dream day since she was twelve, in a pink scrapbook she filled with her late mum. Now she has forty-two days to make it happen. Her venue walks out. Her caterer leaves to keep goats in the Lake District. Her fiancé’s best man vanishes into a bunker in the Welsh mountains. Her florist’s peonies are flattened by a storm. And her AI assistant, Pim, keeps asking gentle, awkward questions about what she actually wants.

Ollie, her quiet piano-tuner fiancé, has always said “whatever you want, Mads.” With the clock counting down to the Handover, Maddie starts to wonder whether he has ever said what he wants at all.

Then the whole of Pelham Cross decides to come to the wedding: the brass band, the Scouts, a hog-roast man named Barry, a falconer with a hawk, a ninety-one-year-old pianist, and a town that badly needs something to celebrate. Maddie’s perfect plan begins to fall apart, and something better starts to grow in its place.

The Singularity Wedding is a warm, witty and big-hearted British romantic comedy with a science-fiction twist. It’s about love, letting go and the beauty of things going wrong, and about eating chips in the rain with the right person, even at the end of the world.

Perfect for readers who love feel-good romcoms, quirky small-town British fiction, uplifting stories about grief and family, and gentle speculative fiction with heart.

The world might be ending. The wedding is still on.

📖 374 pages