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Our party glanced up at the announcement as a guy strode into our midst with his friends trailing behind him. He was…gorgeous. There was no other way to describe it. He had the build of someone who had never had a moment’s pause to his importance. Money dripped off his designer suit and in every self-confident stride forward. And though I’d never seen him before in my life, he looked so much like Blaire’s ex, Nate King, that I had to do a double take.
English got to her feet and was swept into a hug. “Gavin King. Since when are you the life of the party?”
“Always, babe,” he said, kissing her cheek.
“Fuck off, King.” The guy behind him shoved him out of the way and then took English up in his arms and pressed a long, lingering kiss on her lips. He was also almost-unrealistically handsome. I was used to being surrounded by the Wright wealth and prestige in Texas, but this was a whole other world of beauty.
“My fiancé, Court Kensington,” English introduced to the rest of the party.
I gaped. “Wait, you’re marrying a Kensington? The Kensington?”
Court’s mother was the mayor of New York City. I’d seen their engagement photos all over. I hadn’t put together that she was that Anna English. And now, I was trying not to fangirl. This wedding was a wedding planner’s dream.
English grinned. “That’s me.”
“You’re the wedding of the season. All the magazines are talking about it.” I was gushing, and still, I couldn’t help it.
“See, love, all the magazines are talking about it,” Court said with a wink at his fiancée.
She sighed heavily. “Obviously. I know what I’m doing. That doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.”
“If you say one more word about eloping,” Court warned with a note of humor.
“Please, just be more like your brother.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
He snagged her in for a rough kiss. “I’ll get you for that later.”
English laughed and turned back to me. “You follow weddings?”
“Oh, Nora is a wedding planner,” Blaire interjected. “She’s planning the Locke-King wedding.”
“No shit?” Gavin asked, assessing me from head to toe. “You’re planning my cousin Margaret’s wedding?”
“I am,” I said, keeping my work mask in place to deal with all of this excitement. “It should be beautiful.”
“Oh, I know Merritt Locke. I bet the wedding will be glamorous.” English assessed me for a minute. “Have you ever done anything in LA or New York?”
I gulped. “I haven’t.”
“English,” Court warned.
“I hate my wedding planner,” English said, shooting Court a look. “My future mother-in-law picked her out, and she doesn’t listen to anything I want. It’s only a few months away, and I’m pulling my hair out.”
“That’s a tough place to be in. She should always listen to you first. It’s your wedding, not your mother-in-law’s.”
English arched an eyebrow at her fiancé. “See!” English assessed me. “Do you have a card?”
I tried not to gape at her. Then, I scrambled into my purse and withdrew a business card. Was this real life? “Here you go.”
English looked at it and nodded. “I’ll be in contact.”
Then, she grabbed her fiancé and headed toward Campbell.
“Did that just happen?” I whispered to Blaire.
She laughed. “Looks like it.”
“Well, you’re going to be busy if you plan a Kensington wedding,” Gavin told me.
“Yeah, she will!” Blaire agreed.
“Are you coming to my cousin’s wedding?” Gavin asked Blaire.
She shook her head. “I’m going to be in LA. You’ll have to tell Nate that I said hi.”
“I’ll do that,” Gavin said with a smirk.
