Lucy Foley The Guest List Novels & Stories

"Only because I forgot my bank card! Don't be mean Ruby, and hurry up, there are reporters and photographers out there." Millie was enjoying herself, for the moment she had forgotten why she was here. Lucy was fun, and Claire was telling them about a fashion show she had been to during London fashion week and some of the fantastic clothes she had seen. She never saw the door opening and one of the security men popping his head around the door and giving the nod to Gabriel. "Okay girls, we have company," Gabriel said. "Bring it on," Lucy said, sitting up and pushing her shoulders back. She flicked her hair back over her shoulders.

“I’m at the Helam Hotel, room 1022. Hurry.” “Be there in fifteen.” Lucy said completely forgetting her date with Henry. She turned her vehicle around and headed to the hotel. When she got there, she went to the front desk and asked for room 1022. The front desk clerk told her in no uncertain terms that she was not allowed to go unless invited by a guest.

The girl had wanted to trail this conversation into her need for a new place to live, and to finally bring her Aunt into the loop concerning her situation; however, Lucy was not to be forgotten about. “Honestly! All of you!... I didn’t come out for pie and coffee so that I can hear all of your sad stories. I found something exciting out about this boring lump of land and wanted to share it with the rest of you bimbos.” The woman stood up dramatically, as if she were about to storm out, but, just as she had hoped, several of the members of her ‘captivated’ audience made noises of protest. A few even reached out as if they were going to physically stop her. Satisfied, Lucy sat down again, a pr

"Lucy, not here. Not today. This is my sister’s funeral." "No!" she shrieked, the sound echoing off the gravestones. A few people gasped. I saw a journalist shift behind a tree, his camera clicking rapidly. "Since you invited your whore here to embarrass me, you might as well finish what you started! I was worried sick, I thought you were grieving." "Lucy, lower your voice," Tyler hissed, grabbing her arm.

"She is my sister. Lucia Hazel Gray. She just finished her studies abroad, and decided to come back here, to be able to help her brother work at the company." I nodded my head in slow and brief movements. Feeling the embrace of Elijah's hand that was getting tighter around my shoulders now. I nodded my head politely towards the guests who started clapping because it was there. And just then, I saw Harrison Hux and Felicity Rey who were also applauding loudly. Both of their faces looked very happy there. It turned out that Harrison Hux and Felicity Rey were standing at the front end, right across from where I was standing earlier. And I silently looked at them briefly, before I finally turned

We follow her down the hall, David's hand warm at the small of my back. Lucia is twenty-two now (she insisted we call her that instead of Lucy since she turned eighteen) is standing in front of the full-length mirror in the guest room, in a white lace that’s hugging her slim frame and a veil trailing behind her like a cloud. Tyler, Sel and Marcus's twenty-two-year-old son, lounges on the chaise nearby in his tux, scrolling on his phone but smiling every time he looks at his cousin. She turns when she hears us, and my breath catches.

I was returning to get alpha some water when the main door opened and I saw Lucy for the first time since I was taken the dungeon. She had another woman walking in behind her. The were in similar blue gowns, heavy cosmetics on their faces. Her guest had a high ponytail and flashing red lipstick. There was immediate attention on them both. "I am so sorry I'm late everyone, it's so nice to see you and I have great news." She said in a sing song tone. Most of the people in the room went silent and turned their head in her direction, even the servants carrying on with their business were trying to listen in.

Still, he wasn't as handsome as Barry, at least not in her eyes. “Well,” the man with the slicked hair said, raising a brow, “I didn’t realize we were expecting a guest.” “I...I’m sorry,” Lucy said quickly, stepping back. Her voice wobbled as she looked around, realizing what she had just walked into. “I didn’t know you were in a meeting. I just...” She caught Barry’s eyes again, cold, unreadable, and instantly regretted her decision. Without another word, she turned and fled the room without glancing back.

she chides him. "Hey, that’s enough. Let’s all try to make the most of this, shall we?" I intervene, trying to diffuse the tension. Observing the other guests, I try to relax. Then, Lorrie calls out to me excitedly. “Sissy. Look! Over there.” I turn my head and see Lucy's group, shocked to find them at the party. “Not the Blondies,” I mutter, clearly disappointed, while Lorrie shoots them a glare.

***NO STRINGS ATTACHED*** Flora's POV I spotted Lucille and Jeffrey near the bar at the corner of the parlor. Jeffrey had slipped away from the couch the second I had stepped toward Tyler earlier, before the disaster. Now, both he and Lucille were acting like the ultimate co-hosts of the night. “Hey, you two,” I said, marching up to them. “You both look good?” Lucille raised her glass to me. “Look who finally decided to join the living.”