‘No! That’s exactly my point. As I said that morning, what we did was very mutual. Actually, it wasn’t, but you know what I mean.’
His smile surprised Lucinda. It was the work of an instant, a literal flash across his face before darkness and cynicism returned. ‘No, Lucinda. I’m here because I took the time to read your proposal, as you rather passionately advocated for me to do. And I’m not sorry, because you were right. The details you’ve thought of were very impressive. I know Evie will love it.’
Lucinda had been certain of that, and yet as she heard it from Thirio pleasure swarmed through her, warming her, his praise a balm she’d not known before. Despite all the work she did to keep the company going, she was never commended for it. Seeing things run smoothly was the only reward—and it had been, until recently, almost enough.
‘There’s one thing I don’t understand,’ she said after a small pause.
‘Yes?’
‘How come she’s asking you to organise this? I mean, it’s clear that weddings aren’t your forte, and most brides are ridiculously invested in the details. Why not Evie?’
He opened his mouth but said nothing, then shook his head, just once. ‘We will discuss that tonight.’
Afrissonof anticipation ran the length of her spine.
‘Okay. Where? When?’
He named an exclusive hotel in central London. ‘Eight o’clock?’
‘Fine,’ she said with a small nod. ‘It’s a date.’