“The bridegroom?” says Luke incredulously. “You mean the pale-faced nonentity called Tom?”
“Yes, him.” I look up and give a reluctant half-giggle as I see Luke’s expression. “Did you meet him, then?”
“I met him just now. And his very unlovely wife. Quite a pair.” He takes a sip of champagne and leans back on his elbows. “By the way — she looked rather taken aback to meet me. Almost… gobsmacked, one might say. As did most of the guests.” He gives me a quizzical look. “Anything I should know?”
“Erm…” I clear my throat. “Erm… not really. Nothing important.”
“I thought as much,” says Luke. “So the bridesmaid who cried out, ‘Oh my God, he exists!’ when I walked in. She’s presumably…”
“Mad,” I say without moving my head.
“Right.” He nods. “Just checking.”
He reaches out for my hand, and I let him take it. For a while we sit in silence. A bird is wheeling round and round overhead, and in the distance I can hear the band playing “Lady in Red.”
“Becky, I’m sorry I was late.” His voice is suddenly grave. “There was really nothing I could do. I gave a lot of people a lot of grief, believe me.”
“I’m sure you did.” I exhale sharply. “You couldn’t help it. Just one of those things.”
For a while longer we’re both silent.
“Good champagne,” says Luke eventually, and takes a sip.
“Yes,” I say. “It’s… very nice. Nice and… dry…” I break off and rub my face, trying to hide how nervous I am.
There’s part of me that wants to sit here, making small talk for as long as we can. But another part is thinking, what’s the point in putting it off any longer? There’s only one thing I want to know. I feel a spasm of nerves in my stomach, but somehow force myself to take a deep breath and turn to him.
“So. How did your meetings in Zurich go? How’s the… the new deal coming along?”
I’m trying to stay calm and collected — but I can feel my lips starting to tremble, and my hands are twisting themselves into knots.
“Becky…” says Luke. He stares into his glass for a moment, then puts it down. “There’s something I need to tell you. I’m moving to New York.”
I feel cold and heavy. So this is the end to a completely disastrous day. Luke’s leaving me. It’s the end. It’s all over.
“Right,” I manage, and give a careless shrug. “I see. Well — OK.”
There’s silence — and I force myself to look up. The love in Luke’s dark eyes hits me like a thunderbolt.
“And I’m really, really hoping…” He takes both my hands and squeezes them tight. “… that you’ll come with me.”
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Ms. Rebecca Bloomwood
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17 September 2000
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19 September 2000
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