‘Morning!’ Libby chirped, determined to get things back on track between them. ‘Did you sleep okay?’ she asked, suspecting he’d also had trouble sleeping, since he looked as tired as she did.
‘The wind kept me up. You?’
‘Same,’ she replied, watching him walk over to the corner of the room. Guy wasn’t his friendly self and all Libby wanted to do was to rewind time to before she’d ever said a word. But on the other hand, knowing something was eating him up inside, she still wanted to help. In her experience, talking to someone always helped.
‘Guy…’
He’d already started setting up the video equipment and glanced back over his shoulder towards her.
‘I’m really sorry I upset you yesterday. I didn’t mean to. You’re right, I don’t know anything about the situation and it is none of my business.’ She took a breath. ‘I just got carried away with the afternoon but it still wasn’t right or fair for me to impose my opinions on the situation.’
Guy’s face softened. ‘Thanks for that. Apology accepted.’
‘I’d had such a wonderful afternoon with Holly, she’s the best. It was just that she looked sad when she said…’ Libby raised her hands. ‘Sorry, it’s nothing to do with me.’
‘I do agree with you. Holly is the best but I am a little biased.’
‘Can we just get back to yesterday before all that happened?’ asked Libby with a hopeful smile.
‘Of course,’ he replied. ‘And thank you. The apology means a lot.’ He placed the camera on top of the tripod. ‘If we’re going back to yesterday does that mean you’re going to slip back into that dress and look absolutely stunning again?’ he teased.
As he took off his coat and hung it on the stand in the corner of the room Libby’s eyes quickly ran over his body. He’d definitely got that handsome, sultry, brooding look going on. He was the kind of guy that would turn heads wherever he went. With a good eye for fashion too, he was the whole package. Libby knew she was staring but she couldn’t help it. His tight white shirt fitted him perfectly and showed off his abs.
‘If it puts that gorgeous smile of yours back on your face, I’m willing to do anything.’
‘Anything?’ Guy asked, giving her a lopsided grin.
‘Within reason,’ she teased, thankful that the tension between them had been removed. ‘Shall we hug it out?’
‘That might make everything better.’ He opened his arms wide.
As she stepped into his embrace, there it was again, that overwhelming feeling of closeness. Libby briefly closed her eyes. ‘I’m glad we’re friends again.’
‘Me too. I have to tell you the truth about something: it wasn’t the wind that kept me up all night—’
‘I know,’ Libby interrupted. ‘I couldn’t sleep either. All I kept thinking about was us and the argument. It was the only thing on my mind.’
‘I was going to say it was Pickle! She snores!’ A smile tweaked his lips and Libby playfully swiped his arm.
‘Honestly, not only does she snore, but she also wants to sleep stretched out, right in the middle of the bed. There was no room for me.’ Guy rolled his eyes. ‘And “us”, you say?’
She gave him one last squeeze before changing the subject. ‘You fit perfectly into that shirt,’ she whispered in his ear as she slowly pulled away.
‘Are you flirting with me?’
She pinched her forefinger and thumb together. ‘Maybe just a little.’
Feeling a blast of cold air, they both spun round. The door to the studio opened and in breezed Miranda, dressed from head to toe in her favourite colour: black. Knowing that she was standing extremely close to Guy, Libby quicky took a couple of steps backwards, but Miranda didn’t miss it. She waggled her finger at them.
‘I was saying to David only last night that you would make a lovely couple if you aren’t one already.’
Even though Libby was secretly chuffed at the compliment she was quick to put Miranda straight. ‘We’re not together. We’re just work colleagues, friends. Let me take your coat and then we can start looking at the invitations. If we choose today, we can get the invitations posted hopefully as quickly as tomorrow,’ she added, steering the conversation in another—safer—direction. She heard the beep from the corner of the room and knew Guy had started recording.
A moment later, Libby and Miranda were sitting in front of the computer. The link that Flynn had set up for the invitation was easy to access and soon different designs were loaded on the screen. Libby typed ‘black invitations’ into the search bar and immediately a number of options appeared, all with embellishments around the edging.
‘Just plain black with no fancy borders,’ stated Miranda. ‘That’s the one. Plain and simple.’ She tapped the screen.
It was exactly that. Just a plain black card with no frills or borders. With just a few clicks, Libby was able to begin typing all the wedding details onto the invitation, to be displayed on the screen. She pressed the font button and the wording was transformed into posh-looking handwriting in white.
