“I’d argue life with me is never boring,” David countered playfully, “but he’s right. The trips and games are thrilling, and they make romance seem easy. It’s the other stuff, like figuring out whose turn it is to take out the trash and who was supposed to buy toilet paper, that takes work. And honestly, I don’t think anything is more romantic than caring enough for another person to be there for the everyday stuff.”

“Yeah, but it’s more than shopping and chores,” Patrick cautioned. “It’s also apologizing when you’re in the wrong. Putting the other person’s needs first. Making their joy a priority.”

David sniffed, visibly tearing up as he pulled Patrick in for a kiss.

Andie leaned in to plant a kiss on Curt. Julia knew her friend was not a crier, but in this moment, she looked like she was on the verge of turning on the waterworks.

Julia felt herself tearing up too. David and Patrick had described it perfectly. That was what she was looking for. That was the kind of happily ever after she wanted for herself.

She was so lost in her thoughts it took her a moment to realize that Penelope, game master and Luke’s sister, was approaching their table, accompanied by the guy Julia had seen backstage last night. Penelope took a moment to greet everyone at the table, her gray eyes lingering apologetically on Julia.

Pasting a smile on her face, Julia steeled herself, not sure what to expect from this surprise visit. She tried to ignore the flash of disappointment when she realized that Luke wasn’t with them. For a moment, she regretted storming off last night. So many things had been left unsaid.

“I want to thank you all for being a part of this event,” Penelope began. “The very first of its kind at Notting Hill, but not the last. I’m pleased to announce we have several other rom-com-inspired experiences in the works.”

“Really?” David asked, interest clearly piqued. “Such as?”

“We can’t disclose the details yet,” the man with Penelope said, “but I have a feeling you’ll find them quite to your liking.” He winked and held out a hand. “Vijay Chandran, marketing and PR for Notting Hill Resort.”

“Well, aren’t you a tease, Mr. Chandran,” David said, shaking the man’s hand.

“Vijay is fine. Or Jay.” He smiled pleasantly. “We do have a newsletter you can sign up for to stay informed on all upcoming events.”

“Clever segue,” Patrick noted, shaking Jay’s hand as well.

“Oh!” Penelope perked up. “That reminds me: Don’t forget to stop by concierge and pick up your cell phones.” She grinned. “And please feel free to take as many pictures of the resort as you’d like.”