‘Unbelievable, half the guests want some sort of compensation! As soon as one piped up, then the next and the next joined in. I can’t believe the printers got this so wrong.’
Libby scrunched up her face. ‘I don’t know how—and that’s not an excuse—but it appears it was my mistake. I sent the wrong date when we ordered the invites. I’m sorry, Flynn.’ Yet even as the words left her mouth, she didn’t believe itwasher mistake.
Flynn exhaled. ‘There’s nothing we can do about it now. It was just a genuine mistake.’
‘I’ve asked the printers to send out the invitations for the correct day and time. I hope that’s okay.’
‘It’ll have to be. This wedding is becoming a headache and very costly.’
Libby apologised again. It was all she could do.
‘Don’t worry. Just put it down to experience and move on. Oh and before I forget, your house is well and truly packed up and emptied. I’ve put the stuff into storage except some of your personal stuff, which is ready for the move to New York.’
Libby’s heart began to race. She immediately felt Guy’s eyes fixed on her.
‘What’s this about New York? Holiday?’ he asked.
‘Libby’s landed a great job and a fantastic apartment. We’ll miss her when she leaves after Christmas, but what an adventure!’ chipped in Flynn. ‘I need to get back to my office. I’ve still got my morning calls to make.’
Libby’s heart raced and she briefly closed her eyes. Damn. Why had Flynn dropped that into the conversationnow? This was not how she wanted Guy to find out.
‘Were you even going to tell me you’re leaving for New York?’
‘I was going to tell you.’
‘What, after you’d left?’
‘No, honestly, I was. Only this morning I had breakfast with Isla and we had a good chat about everything. I was going to tell you today.’
‘You’ve been discussing me with Isla?’ Guy looked betrayed. ‘I told you everything in confidence. I don’t believe this.’
‘Guy, no. You’ve got this wrong. I’d never discuss your personal life, please don’t think that.’ Libby felt her pulse racing for all the wrong reasons. ‘It was just that I was going away and confused…’
But Guy didn’t hear. He was too busy shaking his head in disbelief and walking away.
Tears of frustration brimmed her eyes as the door swung shut behind him. All she wanted to do was put it right. Holding the pink frosted cupcake, Libby followed him.
ChapterSixteen
Spotting Guy walking down the driveway of Starcross Manor, Libby shouted after him, ‘Guy, please wait.’
He was heading out of the main gates and Libby did her best to catch him up but as she’d thought she was only going to the hotel for breakfast, she was wearing entirely the wrong footwear. Her feet slid from underneath her on the icy path, and with a squeal she landed on her backside, the cupcake flying into the air.
‘Damn,’ she muttered, feeling a throbbing pain as she held her wrist.
‘Are you okay?’ Guy was soon at her side. ‘Two-second rule,’ he said, rescuing the cupcake. ‘You can still eat it.’
‘Do I look okay?’ replied Libby, ignoring the remark about the cupcake. ‘I would be if you weren’t tearing off like a ridiculous toddler having a tantrum. My wrist hurts.’
‘These icy paths can be lethal.’ Linking his arm through hers, he pulled Libby to her feet. ‘You’ve not got the right shoes on for this weather.’ He pointed to her footwear.
‘You don’t say,’ she replied sarcastically, slipping on the ice again.
Guy steadied her. ‘Let’s get you back to your lodge and you can see how your wrist feels. Maybe get some ice on it. There’s enough of it around.’ Guy did his very best to lighten the mood.
‘You’re not funny and I don’t feel like laughing. You walked off without letting me explain.’
‘I know. I’m sorry. But in my defence, hearing those words came as a shock and I didn’t like it.’ With his arm still linked through hers, they began to navigate the icy path back to the lodge.
