Page 13 of Always a Bridesmaid

“See, none of this sounds unfixable. You are the queen of fix-it, you can change a flat tire in stilettos and a Betsey Johnson in a downpour without getting a speck of dirt on anything.”

“I can’t even change out of my shoes tonight.”

“Okay, what’s really bugging you?”

“It’s not a big deal, but the asshole?—”

“I knew it. There’s more to the story. Spill.”

“I ran into him at the airport. Like physically ran into him when he tried to cut in front of the line.”

“You hate line cutters.”

“I know! But the problem is he saw me out of costume. And tonight he was suspicious, telling me my eyes are greener.”

“They are.”

“We don’t want him to know that! I played it off, but I don’t think he bought it fully.”

The clicking picked up and then complete silence. “I knew that was you at the airport!”

“What do you mean?” Jane asked, a sinking feeling bottoming out her stomach.

“Man, you were so pissed, your face is beet red.”

“How do you know about my encounter with Dickhead Darcy?”

“You mean Mr. I Just Signed a Hundred-thousand-Euro Contract, Henry Norris? There’s a video.”

Jane felt sick. “What video?”

“It’s all over social media. Even TMZ reported on it.Penalty under review when Henry Norris is caught executing an unsafe overtake while cutting in line at the airport and gets an earful from innocent passenger,” Roxy read in her best broadcaster’s voice.

“My face is plastered everywhere? This is a disaster. What if the wedding guests see it? What if past or future clients recognize me? What if they print my name in the paper?” Definitely going to be sick.

How had she not recognized him? She’d looked at his photo a thousand times in preparation for the trip. Granted, he’d had on a hat and sunglasses, a disguise of his own, she decided. But she should have noticed. It was her job to notice.

“I will keep an eye on the news and let you know if you have anything to worry about. Until then, can you avoid cameras?”

“And the douche.” He was an inconvenience. For her hormones and her career. She needed to keep a wide berth.

“I could barely recognize you with the ball cap, so you’re safe.”

She ignored this. “I knew he was trouble. He is so arrogant and egotistical and entitled and a complete bag of dicks.”

“Well, you might need to mend that fence a little. Georgia has a favor to ask.”

Georgia was one of Jane’s closest friends, who worked for a nonprofit called the Wish Foundation. She was a fairy godmother of sorts, handing out wishes to sick and terminal kids. Like Roxy, Jane had met Georgia in college, the three of them sharing a dorm freshman year, then getting their own apartment the next three years. It had been some of her best years. So if Georgia had a request, then Jane would make it happen. No matter the cost to her pride.

“How much of my ego are we talking?”

“There’s a boy who lives outside London who just had a kidney transplant, and his wish is to meet Henry Norris.”

“I thought you said my face was barely visible.”

“Maybe you could make out more than I originally implied.”

Jane groaned and pressed her palms to her eyes. “Enough that the press can ferret out who I am?”

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