“‘The identity of the groom was kept secret until the ceremony—part of the publicity campaign surrounding the book’s release.

“‘Lawrence said she met her Mr. Wright when she rented the space above his furniture shop in Nantucket Town. “He renovated my apartment and my office. Then I guess he renovated my heart.”’”

Kate glanced at Lucas, her face warming.

His lip quirked. “I had no idea,” he said.

“Dream on.” Kate went back to the article.

“‘Lucas Wright is a furniture maker, known locally by wealthy vacationers who summer on the island. When asked about their future plans, Lawrence said, “We plan to stay in Nantucket, of course. It’s our home.”

“‘Finding Mr. Right-for-You is Dr. Kate’s first book. She will appear on the Dr. Phil show later this summer, and she plans to continue her column while she works on her second book.’”

Kate put the paper down. “It’s all good,” she said in wonder. We did it. They’d pulled it off—at least, if the Times was any indication. “What does the Mirror say?” She picked up the next section. The photograph was a close-up of them in the carriage, waving good-bye, the tulle of her veil blowing to the side. It had much of the same information as the Times, though presented with a more local approach.

When she was finished, she picked up the Times again, noticing the way the paper trembled in her fingers. “Rosewood will be thrilled. I can’t believe how relieved I am.” Relieved wasn’t the word. If she’d gone through with the wedding only to be found out, it would’ve done more damage than being jilted.

“Did we cover all our bases?” she asked. “We have to be sure those who know aren’t going to say anything.”

“I told Mr. Lavitz when he fitted me for the tux about the need for discretion. He’s an old friend—I know he won’t say anything. And you know Nancy will keep quiet. They’re town officers. They know how to be discreet.”

“Pam and Chloe and Anna won’t say anything. My dad’s a given. Who else knows?”

“Bryan’s family,” he said.

It was the biggest risk of a leak. Had Bryan told them? Kate chewed on her lip. What if one of them read an article and told a friend or two the wedding was a farce? What if they contacted the media?

“Maybe you should call him and make sure.” Lucas leaned forward, planting his elbows on his knees, bracing his coffee cup between his palms.

Kate had been thinking it herself, but dreading it all at the same time. It hurt to think about Bryan. She’d been up half the night thinking about him, about how he was supposed to be in bed beside her. This was supposed to be the beginning of our life together.