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Chapters (92)
  1. First
  2. Love Connection
  3. Zero
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. One Month Later
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Six Months Later
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. Twenty-two
  28. Twenty-three
  29. Twenty-four
  30. Six Months Later
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. I Have Never
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Thirteen
  54. Fourteen
  55. Fifteen
  56. Sixteen
  57. Seventeen
  58. Eighteen
  59. Nineteen
  60. Twenty
  61. Twenty-one
  62. Twenty-two
  63. A Christmas Date
  64. One
  65. Two
  66. Three
  67. Four
  68. Five
  69. Six
  70. Seven
  71. Eight
  72. Nine
  73. Ten
  74. Eleven
  75. Twelve
  76. Thirteen
  77. Fourteen
  78. Fifteen
  79. Sixteen
  80. Seventeen
  81. Eighteen
  82. Nineteen
  83. Twenty
  84. Twenty-one
  85. Twenty-two
  86. Note from the Author
  87. Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
  88. Two
  89. Three
  90. Four
  91. Also by Camilla Isley
  92. About the Author

“Aw, you think the girls will get me burgers too?” I lift my arms in front of my face, holding an invisible burger in my hands. “I want real, fat American burgers.”

“I’m positive they’ll have some burgers for you at some point.”

“This is good night then.” I’m leaning in to kiss him when the porch lights flash on.

“Did your dad just turn on the lights on purpose?”

“Old habits die hard, I guess.” I give Jake a quick peck on the lips and run inside the house.

Twenty-eight

Champagne Tea and Tarot Cards

♦♦♦

Sunday, August 26—London

I wake up with screaming in my ears. My sister yells, “Wakey, wakey. It’s bachelorette party time.”

I smother her with a pillow. “Go away, I want to sleep.”

“Come on.” She throws the blankets away from my body. “You can sleep later. The first part of the day’s at a spa.”

That does it for me. The only thing I can use more than sleep right now is a relaxing massage.

“You can dress casual for now; we have your other outfits planned for you.”

“Yes, sir.”

I abide by the dress code and join everyone else in the kitchen for breakfast. My nostrils flare with the aroma of cinnamon and sugar. Mom’s cooking and Amelia’s laying the table. Exactly like she used to do when she came over to my house for breakfast back in the States.

Mom hands me a plate filled with her best recipe cinnamon French toast. “My sole contribution to your bachelorette party is to make you your favorite breakfast.”

“Thank you, Mom. What are you and Dad doing today?”

“Don’t worry, we’re sightseeing. You go have fun,” she tells me, then scowls at Kassandra. “Not too much fun.”

Kassandra mumbles something unintelligible as her mouth’s too full of bread for her to speak.

“Who else is coming?” I ask Amelia.

“Your friends from work. And Mary and Jessica were the only ones able to make it from back home. They’re going to take a trip to Paris on the Eurostar next week and come back in time for the wedding. All the others said they could make it only to the wedding.”

“Wait—you didn’t invite Flotsam and Jetsam?”

“I can call them if you like.”

“Absolutely not.” We laugh. “I’m ready for my pampering. Let’s go.”

We move through London in a rented black limo equipped with champagne and all sorts of spirits. The others meet us at the spa. We stay there until four in the afternoon, getting every beauty treatment ever heard of. After the spa, we go to the Waldorf for their champagne afternoon tea. Amelia and Kassie decided an afternoon tea somewhere for a British hen party was fun, and I completely agree. From the Waldorf, we move on to a boutique perfume shop where we all make customized scents.