Lucy Foley The Guest List Novels & Stories

Though Kelly was a bit curious, she nodded. It wasn't long before Lucy came back, holding a clipboard. "Kelly, would you mind giving me your autograph?" "Of course." Kelly took the pen and signed her name with practiced ease. Lucy beamed as she accepted the clipboard, then asked, "Are you here today as one of the guest judges?" "No," Kelly replied with a smile, gently pulling Theo closer. "I'm just here to support Theo for the showcase."

“Thank you for mentioning.” Noir turned away and left. Lucy sighs in relief. “Thank god, she-“. “Where’s the dessert section, may I know?” someone asked among the guests. “I was craving for some desserts to accompany me while I enjoy the performance.” “Can anyone help me out?”. “Lucy!” Olivia yelled among the guests. “Yes, coming.” Lucy heads towards the spot Olivia was and there was the guest who wanted the dessert. Olivia spots Lucy and comments, “There she is.”

She smiled through it. “You’re standing,” she whispered. Chase’s voice cracked. “I told you I would.” Lucy stepped forward, small, steady, eyes bright. She wore a soft lavender dress, the shawl Ophelia had given her draped over her shoulders. She smiled at them both. “I’m honored to do this again,” she said. “No script, no formality, just truth.” The family formed a loose semicircle behind them. Elara held her phone steady, filming quietly. Marcus stood beside Sloane, arm around her waist. Sloane’s hand rested on his chest.

He curled a brow at me. I strode past him into the room. “Since you started entertaining uninvited guests in the room.” I peeled my angry gaze on Lucy who sat comfortably on the love seat, wearing a smug smile directed at me. “Lucy is not a guest. Besides, I invited her… There are a couple of businesses down here I need her to handle and since she's here, I thought she might as well attend the wedding.” Maurice's defensive explanation earns me a ‘Did you hear that?’ raised brow from Lucy. Her lips spread into a triumphant smile, reminding me how important she was to Maurice.

Lucy nodded and then relaxed on the chair to listen to her, the smile was gone now and replaced with intrigue. "We have seen the hall you requested." She started. "It's a very big one. I've also spoken to the decorators, it won't be a big responsibility for them." "Good." Lucy said. "How many guests are we looking at?" She asked, looking at us. "It's an important event." Lucy replied, making the face of someone who was thinking. "A lot of business owners will be there. Let's make it two hundred guests." Two hundred? I turned to look at Lucy.

But I saw it. The way Christy kept glancing up every few seconds, her eyes darting between us as if she could physically track the invisible wall hanging over our heads. Lilly, more discreet, kept her gaze on Erwin, her smile a little too forced to be effortless. And then Lucy arrived. She stepped into the penthouse with the calm precision of someone who knew she’d been summoned not just for childcare, but for damage control. Her eyes flicked to me first, then to Carlisle, and I watched something subtle shift in her expression—understanding, maybe. Or pity.

"Yolanda, let's wait a little longer. There's a very important mystery guest who hasn't arrived yet." The fans and journalists were all curious. "Ms. Fisher, who's this mystery guest?" Luna winked playfully, her voice sweet. "It's a secret for now." Halsey and Cecelia exchanged looks of disbelief. "Some people are just disgustingly cheap." Wendy, who had originally planned to stay and eat, suddenly lost her appetite. "Let's eat somewhere else." "Yeah, I can't stomach being here either." The three of them turned to leave, but just then, Luna spotted Wendy from across the hall. She immediately walked over with a smug look on her face.

--- That evening, she wrote her column draft in a small rented office in West Hollywood, surrounded by film posters from a better decade. > In this town, silence is a currency. The ones who speak too soon are the ones who don’t last long enough to spend it. She paused, staring at the line. Her phone buzzed again — an email this time, from an anonymous address. Subject line: RE: Vale Studios Gala Guest List. She opened it. A single attachment. A P*F. “CONFIRMED ATTENDEES — HALF A LIFE CELEBRATION GALA.” She scrolled. Lucian Vale.

"Good. And for the record? No crying allowed in this room. Now, what are your hobbies?" "I don't have any," Lucy murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Well, I like reading..." The door slammed open. "What in the holy Moon Goddess’s name is she doing here?" Polly demanded, glaring at Lucy. "Pols," Jo said brightly, covering the tension with forced cheer, "I asked her to stay. There’s room for an extra mattress!" Polly huffed, crossing her arms. "Fine. But it's only temporary. Anyway, the guests arrived ages ago. We need help in the kitchen."

Lucy was shocked and frightened by the fierce Luca and subconsciously took a step backward. “W-Who are you?” Luca had no intention of introducing himself. He pushed the door open and cleared the way for Nicole as he said in a gruff and loud voice, “Miss, after you…” Nicole walked in expressionlessly without the intention to reminisce with the nanny. After all, Lucy was just a spy for the Fergusons. Nicole ignored the nanny’s shocked and nervous eyes and strutted inside.