Lucy Foley The Guest List Novels & Stories

"I planned on dancing the opening act with her? Who told you this?" "Is that not true?" "Tell me who told you this." "T-The…guests." Meredith indeed heard the guest discussing that. Could the guest be mistaken, leading her to follow them? At the thought of it, it was right too. Jayden was the mysterious secret guest. Naturally, everyone would not expect that he was the one dancing the opening act with Lucy and think it was Josiah instead. "I'm sorry. I think I have done something dumb." Meredith said rather helplessly.

Lucy's decisive demeanor was a far cry from her gentle touch when holding Liam's arm. The guests in the hall were stunned. If slapping Felix once could be explained by a moment of urgency, then the second slap she delivered was enough to illustrate that Lucy's respect for Liam came from the depths of her heart. However, what shocked the guests the most was the implication in Lucy's words. The young man sitting at the main guest table was the benefactor she mentioned earlier. What exactly had he done?

I pulled Dylan along with me and we walked to the back before entering the kitchen where Lucy was with some other people working at the café. "Lucy!" Dylan called out, already walking towards Lucy, before I could even bring a chair for him to sit. "Hey, Dylan! It's good to see you again. Are you here for the event?" Lucy asked with a smile as she also moved closer to Dylan. This smile was totally different from the one she put on while greeting the customers. I guessed that's a green light. "Yes, I mean, no. I actually came here to see you." Dylan said, confidence booming in his voice.

I knew it must have been extremely hard for her not to mention it at all. “It’s fine,” I said, “it’s not like I can avoid it this week, so you might as well talk about it. It’s not like ignoring it is going to make it go away.” Lyla looked like she wanted to squeal with joy at being finally given the green light. Mark just let out a huge sigh. I think secretly, he’d been enjoying the radio silence himself. “I’ve heard that there are going to be 600 guests,” Lyla said excitedly.

She couldn’t help but think of how she’d put her foot in her mouth a second time in a month: Carter sure would’ve loved to hear about this second instance. “Who was that?” said Hayden. He pointed to Silas’s retreating figure. “Silas Martin.” Hayden’s eyes widened. “Seriously? I wanted to meet him.” Hayden lurched forward into the crowd, clearly already inebriated. After another hour, Lucy decided she needed some fresh air. When she got through the crowd into the hotel lobby, she let out a sigh of relief. It had been stiflingly hot in that room, even with the air conditioning blowing at full speed. She fanned herself and wandered until she reached a large room on the second floor where only a

“Joshua, Lucy! It’s wonderful to see you.” “Thank you for having us,” Joshua said, shaking her hand. “We’re excited to be here.” Annabelle’s mother ushered them inside. “Come in, come in. I’ve prepared some refreshments. Annabelle will join us shortly.” “That sounds lovely,” Lucy said as they entered the elegant foyer. They were soon seated in the living room, and Annabelle’s mother brought out refreshments. The conversation turned to wedding plans. “So, have you settled the guest list?” Lucy asked as she sipped her drink.

A few seconds later, Troy, Sarah, and Gillian stepped side by side out of the side room and onto the stage. Sarah smiled at all the guests while nodding her head. Troy did the same. Troy, with his striking appearance, led his two girls to the stage. The guests looked at the three of them in awe. Only two women in the right corner of the hall glared at the happy couple with disdain. "Why didn't Troy invite Carol? My plan could fail because of this," Lucy grumbled. "I hate this! Why do you try to match Troy with your friend Carol? Why not with me?" Grace pouted.

‘In fact, she did brilliantly. ‘She was a tremendous help.’ Layla’s colour was heightened by his scrutiny and the disturbing reaction of her body to that unashamedly sexual appraisal. Her nipples had prickled into taut sensitivity while a drenching pool of heat settled between her thighs. She was shaken by the intensity of her desire for him to reach out and touch her. ‘My staff...’ Lucas introduced the three men before swiftly dismissing them. The trio swiftly gathered up laptops, briefcases, and jackets and filed out. "I need to have a word with you about the guest list for the wedding," he told her levelly.

"Theodore, you tell me to watch over things and that some important guest is coming, but I don’t even know if that guest is a man or woman. Shouldn't you at least give me some information about them? "I don’t want to get flustered and embarrass myself in front of someone I’m meeting for the first time.” Lucy had a point, but Theodore seemed evasive and uninterested in the matter like he was only here because Juliana asked him to. Lucy had a hunch about who the guest was. While chatting with Theodore, the sound of car engines was heard from outside.

The unknown number again. *Well done. But he's lying. Check the gala guest list.* Izzy stared at the message. *Who are you?* No response. She called Sophie. "Can you access the gala guest list?" "Probably. Why?" "Just send it to me when you can." Twenty minutes later, the list appeared in her email. Izzy scrolled through. Donors, board members, scholarship recipients. Then she saw it. Dr. Rachel Morrison. Table twelve. Julian had invited Lila's therapist to the gala.