“You mean Bryce, and the wedding.”
Luke’s grin was wicked. “Sic Terry and Jerome on her. And Olivia. No doubt Olivia will know how to put a good PR spin on one of Britain’s biggest soap stars holidaying here.”
Lucy wrinkled her nose. “Undoubtedly. I just know Justine will want to make our wedding all about her.”
Luke looked at her oddly. “Your fake wedding.”
“Hm?”
“Yourfakewedding, Lucy. You’re not really getting married, remember?”
“Oh.” Feeling a scalding blush start crawling up her cheeks, Lucy started babbling. “Well, of course I hadn’t forgotten. It’s just so easy to get lost in all the little details, even though Terry and Jerome are absolute stars at organising things, all they do is show me ideas for approval. This is the most wonderful practice for if I ever do get married.”
Luke’s expression was decidedly cynical as he looked at her, but he nodded and said nothing, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. “Well. You can count on my support, whatever you need.”
“Thank you so much,” Lucy said again as he smiled and left her. It was a shame Luke didn’t have a romantic interest of his own, she thought. Not that she would wish Justine on anyone, much less a man she liked so much!