The Guest List By Lucy Foley Novels & Stories

Ruth felt that confirming the guest list was still a long way off. In reality, it was just that she had not been involved in it. All the invitations were prepared by Lyla. She had already spoken to George about the Lockton family, and George replied that he could not confirm the guest list from Reina’s side for the moment. And this uncertain factor, naturally, was the people Charles wanted to invite. “I’ve already communicated with my in-laws about the guest list last night. You don’t have to worry about it. What could Father and Reina have to discuss? They’re being so mysterious!” Charles’s deep brown eyes flickered with confusion.

"I guess it makes sense. He has better things to do than inform an old, parasitic hag like you. "Well, I'm telling you now that I'll be hosting my important guests here, so you and your brat need to get out right now. If you don't leave right now of your own accord, don't say I didn't warn you!" Disgust roiled in my gut as I looked at Felicity's smug expression. I suppressed the fury rising within me and looked at the well-dressed group of people approaching from behind her. They must be the important guests that she was talking about.

"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.

"That's it. She's just a friend. And since she knows how to cook, she came in to help out. It's fine." After saying that, Axel hurried back into the kitchen. Because of what I had said, he drove Lindsay out of the kitchen. "You're a guest. Don't stay in the kitchen. Go relax for a bit." Lindsay glanced at me and smiled. "It's fine, we're all friends. Susanna doesn't cook. I can help out instead since I know how to do so. It's no trouble." It was an ordinary, off-handed remark. Yet, it sounded especially grating to my ears.

he said as he laughed, “but I'll complain as your husband, not as someone trying to control the wedding.” I laughed despite myself, and the tension that had been sitting in my chest finally eased. I started writing names on the guest list, and the first person I added was Madam Lucy. “She has to be there,” I said as I wrote her name carefully. “She was one of the few people who stayed when everything around me was falling apart. I don't care if she cries through the entire ceremony. She deserves to be there.” “Then Madam Lucy is invited,” Xavier replied as he leaned closer to see the list. “And I already know Steve is going to make some ridiculous speech.”

On our wedding anniversary, my wife, Yvonne Ashby, who has never set foot in the kitchen before, prepares a feast. Every time I take a bite, she eagerly asks me what I think and carefully writes down my feedback. At one point, she goes into our bedroom to answer a call. It's the custom ringtone for her assistant, Michael Holden. I casually pick up the notebook Yvonne left behind and leaf through it, only to discover that it is filled with detailed notes about things that have nothing to do with me. "The green beans are a little undercooked. Michael probably won't like them." "The mushrooms are a little too salty. Remember to use less salt when you make them for Michael." "The lamb is

THIRD PERSON’S POV “Is he?” Derek muttered without a switch in his expression. “Yes sir, I confirmed that myself after Miss Alyssa sent you a copy of the guest list.” “Woukd you like to see it?” Jacob stepped forward, bending. Derek glanced down at the coffee table, assuming the supposed guest list was amongst the files laid on it then shook his head, “Nevermind.” He wasn’t interested in reviewing the guests that would be attending the Ford family’s event. He could very well guess that they would all be influential people he wasn't a stranger to.

"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."

Also attached is the guest list for the private beach bonfire party hosted by the Azure Reef Resort on Thursday night—they sent an invitation to your private office account. Lucien scrolled down, opening the attached P*F file containing a short list of about twenty names. Most of them were high-end resort guests, international businessmen, and local estate owners in the surrounding lagoon. As Lucien’s thumb flicked across the screen, his movement suddenly stopped. The soft, relaxed look on his face vanished, replaced by a sudden, sharp crease between his eyebrows. His jaw set into a hard, rigid line as his eyes stayed locked on a single line near the middle of the list.

I quickly agreed and told the housekeeper to go and get some food. William Foster, our housekeeper with graying hair, looked at my anxious expression and chuckled. "Mr. Lewis, you must be so happy you've gone a little crazy. First, you have the food taken away. Now, you want to buy it all back." I looked at him, at his white hair and teasing smile, and felt a sudden sting in my chest. In my previous life, he was our family's longtime housekeeper. He had come with my parents to discuss the wedding terms. When the extreme cold hit, he was trapped in the mountain villa with us.