In vino veritas. In wine there is truth. Maybe that’s so, but not this time.
One little pill dropped in each glass and all this wine would hold was forgetfulness.
It was better that way. These were just ordinary people; they knew nothing of Torchwood and aliens before today. No one should have to live with the memory of homicidal, shape-shifting monsters on a day when the worst that should happen is a few guests drinking too much and getting a bit rowdy.
Tomorrow they would remember the perfect wedding; Tosh’s technical wizardry would ensure they had photos to match.