Capitolo IX

The following day, Lucas wasn't anywhere in the house which meant he's either out having a run or he's somewhere only God knows. I looked at the brightside. Alone and away from Lucas is what I needed after all those weeks spent with him.

Theresa Wills, the British event planner I once liked, called me first thing in the morning before I had my coffee. Which means I was groggy and annoyed.

"There aren't any changes, right?" she asked with her thick accent. "We're still going with the flowers and the lace?"

"Yes, Theresa," I said nonchalantly as I made my way downstairs for breakfast. "Exactly what I told you."

"Okay," she agreed, and although she could hear my irritation, she still kept it professional. "And the cake? Do you have any thoughts about it?"

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