“I do. I really do. But can I call you tomorrow to catch up on what’s new with you? I have to go bride-to-be it up at the NoMad Hotel and somehow convince everyone that Clarke and I are madly in love.”

“Don’t worry. You will.”

There were still two hours until the party started, but Audrey, Naomi, and Claire had agreed to meet up for a glass of champagne beforehand.

“You know, the weirdest part of this whole thing,” Claire said, “isn’t that you guys are fake engaged—though I will say Hallmark movie, much?—it’s that everyone seems to believe it. I’ve had a half-dozen potential clients who seem more excited about the prospect of me doing your wedding invitations than their own.”

“For the record,” Audrey said, pointing her champagne flute at Claire, “if I were really getting married, you’d totally be doing my invitations.”

In the past couple of months, Claire had dusted off her calligraphy skills and was already popular enough to have to turn down potential jobs.

“You know that digital invitations are in right now?” Claire asked. “Not like the ‘pick a template and input your information’ e-invitations that have been around for years, but like custom digital invitations by graphic designers and handwritten digital envelopes by yours truly.”

“How does that work?” Naomi asked. “Do you have to scan everything?”

“Nope, I’ve been teaching myself how to letter with an iPad and Apple Pencil,” Claire explained. “There’s a learning curve, but a fun one.”

“Well, there you go, Aud,” Naomi said. “If you and Clarkey decided to go through with this, Claire can make sure you do so in twenty-first-century style.”

Audrey fished a cashew out of the complimentary nut bowl that had been served with their drinks. “I am not marrying Clarke.”

“Says the woman dressed all in white just minutes before her fancy engagement party. You look great by the way.”

“Thanks,” Audrey said with a grin. “I’m glad you think so, because I’m totally going to have you take a photo before I leave.”

“Okay, you know I say this without judgment,” Claire said softly. “And I’m thrilled that Scandal Boy’s backed off since you started this whole little charade. But do you feel at all weird letting your followers think you’re engaged?”

“I did,” Audrey admitted. “And I wouldn’t say the lying feels good. But then I started getting so many comments from brides-to-be who’ve been loving my advice, who’ve asked a million questions about bridal hairstyles, makeup, venue ideas. The wedding market is huge and underserved, and there’s a shortage of unbiased influences. Either you have the vendors, who are trying to sell you something, or you have the brides-to-be themselves, many of whom keep the details of their wedding planning secret, either because it’s personal or because they don’t want anyone copying their ideas.”