The rest of the girls follow, pulling her in tight and passing her along to the next.
“I can’t believe you didn’t let us know sooner. This is the best show I’ve ever seen you do.” Maya adds, her grin wide.
“You have got to teach me how to do that shit. You looked sexy as fuck, girl.” Blair says, and Gracie nods behind her.
“Oh, my god. You should do classes! I know so many of our salon clients would come along.”
“That is such a good idea. We even have the spare room at the back you could use.” Maya says, excitement clear in her voice.
“Really? Do you think enough people would be up for that?” Lucy asks, biting her lip to hide her grin.
She has told me more than once how her dream would be to have her own school. If it takes using their backroom to build up her confidence, then at least it will give me enough time to find her ideal studio. Lana is going to hate me tomorrow when I drag her into helping me deal with this. Hopefully, she loves Lucy enough not to moan too much.
“One hundred per cent!” Gracie squeals. “Look, you already have your first four customers right here, and I bet some of the girls backstage would want to come along too.”
Lucy's face lights up the more the girls go on. I know how amazing she would be; she just needs to believe in herself a little more, too. On a more selfish note, this would keep her here, with me. Still doing what she enjoys, but not running away at the first opportunity that comes her way. I have a feeling that she’s sick of running anyway.
“Enough about me. Maya, Tommy, are you ready for the wedding planning to commence?” Lucy asks, squeezing my hand as her excitement runs through her. “I’ve never been a bridesmaid before!”
“I can’t believe it’s finally happening,” Maya says as she gazes up at her very soon-to-be husband.
“It can’t come soon enough,” Tommy answers before gripping Maya's chin and leaning in for a kiss.
Fuck, I have never been so jealous in my whole life. Not of who he is kissing, of course. But to be marrying the love of my life. I want to claim Lucy as my own. To put my ring on her finger and give her my last name, once and for all.
From the way Lucy is staring longingly at the two lovebirds in front of us, I’m assuming she’s thinking the same thing.
