The Guest List By Lucy Foley の小説・ストーリー

Lila stared at the guest list on her phone screen until the letters blurred. Tyler Hale – confirmed attendee. The name sat there like a dare. She was still naked, thighs sticky from Marcus, his cum slowly leaking out of her onto the sheets. He lay beside her, one heavy arm draped across her waist, reading the same list over her shoulder. Marcus’s hand slid down her stomach and cupped her pussy, two fingers pushing his own release back inside her. “He’ll be there,” he said quietly. “And so will we.”

Lucas chortled with an evil twinkle in his eyes after he also read the invite card and I glared at him. "Hey... I didn't see that!" He suddenly sat up with an exclamation and I gave him a bored look. "See what?" I decided to indulge him. "Here, written in small print and then a bold one says and I quote *"Guest of Honor, Mrs Elena Russo**" He sat up quickly with a grin and those words had me sitting up with eagerness, hoping to see her at the event this evening. It had been a week since that last package I sent her, it was not much but I felt it was enough for now-- she wasn't ready for the rest and even if she was, I was reluctant to tell her the rest and I needed that for my plan to work l

Chapter 6 I've just finished unpacking when Claire shows that she's starting to get hungry. It's a bit early, but it actually works out well. This way, she can go to bed early, and so can I. As I walk down the stairs with Claire, voices come from the kitchen. Two of them belong to Beth and Bruce, but there is another female voice. She sounds serious. When I walk in with Claire, it falls silent. Beth, Bruce, and the unknown woman stare at me. “Um, hello,” I say a little uncertainly. "Can I use the microwave? It's time for her bottle." I ask, no idea why, but I get an uneasy feeling. A smile appears on Beth's face. "But of course, darling. Just sit back, and I'll make it for you. How much shou

For the rest of the week, she spent her spare time carefully planning her outfit for the party that she had received an invite for, and doing a little more digging for information about the hosts. It was a hot topic on campus right now anyway so finding things out wasn’t too difficult. All Lucy had to do was slide into a seat at the cafe close to where some of the local sorority girls were gossiping happily, and eavesdrop on their conversation whilst pretending to be utterly engrossed in the book she was reading. As usual, Theo made sure that he plied her with more than enough food while she was there, despite her protests. “So, did you find out anything interesting from the resident tabloid

she whispered with a smirk enough for Luna and and George to hear her words. Luna’s tone was cool. “There’s a guest list. You weren’t on it.” Emily smirked. “That never stopped anyone from making history and you weren't meant to interfere luna.” George’s fists clenched at his sides. “Who gave you the location?” Emily tilted her head, whispering, “Doesn’t matter. What matters is… now I’m here.” Flashbulbs exploded. The triangle was complete. Across the Room – George Hayes’ Table George Hayes set his scotch down with a sharp clink.

I nearly bit my tongue when Elena’s hands landed on my knees. Her scent was the first thing to hit me. Sweet, warm, human. It stirred something dangerous in me, something that wanted to mark and claim, even as I tried to stay focused. "Well, we have the list of the completed guest list for the grand opening tonight, but the numbers don't match up with what we were originally given," Jimmy explained, and on the screen, I saw him squint at something on the side of his monitor. A second later, an email dinged in my inbox. "I think someone, along the way, tried to add extra guests."

Exhaustion tore into me so quickly during the conversation with the event planners, I do not remember falling asleep, only to wake up to a quieter, empty room and a half eaten cookie in my hand. I begrudgingly get myself into the shower, but not before I send Erica a message to check if she got the invite. I only have about a handful of people on the guest list of about hundred. I’d complained about the size, wanting something small, and Mrs. Della Rocca had look at me like I was half mad, claiming a hundred guests was rather small. Erica: Is this real? Me: Yup. Her voice message contains series of screaming and jolly laughter. “He’s not angry anymore—Wait. An all paid expense trip? Fuck yes

“Ma'am.” Val returned the look evenly. She knew. Everyone in this house knew: Nancy had once believed she stood closer to Lucas than anyone else, even if only professionally, it was in her look, in he steps, in her breath. And now Val wondered why Lucas hasn't fired her yet. Lucas gestured toward the table where the staff had cleared space, a laptop and neat stack of papers waiting. “We’re planning the guest list. Sit.” Val raised a brow. “We are planning it,” she corrected. “Not Nancy. Me and you.”

When she opened the door, Zoe was sitting on the couch with her laptop open, looking very excited. "Oh my god, Lucy! You're already trending!" Zoe jumped up, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and something Lucy couldn't quite name. "I saw the live-streamed clips from the restaurant. Three weeks? Why didn't you tell me? We have so much to do! We need to look at dresses, the guest list, the…" ""Oh my god, Lucy! You're all over the internet!" Zoe stood up and ran over. "I saw the video from the restaurant! Three weeks? Why didn't you tell me? We have so much to do. We need to look at dresses, flowers, the guest list…"

“Poppy is scheduled to be asleep before nine.” “She has Salma. And Rhea and Hazel can absolutely put that tiny dictator to bed while watching crime shows and eating churros,” Daniella said quickly. “They’ll be happy.” I stayed quiet. There was something else lodged inside me, shifting in my stomach like an uninvited cat. Daniella studied me for a few seconds. Then she exhaled and turned her tablet toward me. An email from Luc’s team filled the screen. The tone was polite, but below it sat an attachment: Tentative guest list.