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I shoot up to my feet. "I’m not a bad friend. I’m a good friend. The kind who had the courage to tell Priya exactly what she needed to hear when no one else had the guts to tell her the truth."
"You ruined her life."
"I gave her a chance to live life on her own terms, and I’m not a liar."
He smirks. "You lied that you were married."
"I am married."
"You’re not wearing a ring."
"Plenty of married women don’t wear rings."
His smile grows broader, and it’s not a nice one. The hair on the back of my neck rises. Why do I get the feeling that I’ve walked into a trap?
He leans forward on the balls of his feet. "Isla Wilson, twenty-five, university dropout. Mother and brother live in Lymington. You had a happy childhood, until your father died of a heart attack when you were eighteen. A fact that made you decide to drop out of college and travel the world."
"That’s very presumptuous of you to think one was linked to the other."
"Doesn’t take much to join the dots."
"Go on," I say slowly.
"You tried your hand at being a tie-dye designer—"
"I like colors."
"A diving instructor—"
"I like the colors of fishes underwater." I raise a shoulder.
"A beekeeper."
"I like the color of—"
"Bees?" He smirks.
"I was going to say honey, but yeah, sure, bees, too."
"A professional bridesmaid?" He arches an eyebrow.
"Weddings can be very colorful, you know? Also, you’ll be surprised how lucrative a job it is. Also—" I frown. "How do you know all this?"
"It’s on your bio on your website," he points out.
Of course, it is.
"I also had you investigated."
I gape at him. "You had me investigated?"
"You didn’t think I’d allow you to plan my wedding without making sure your background was acceptable? Which also means, I know you’re not married."
I plant my hands on my hips. "And I intend to stay that way. I’m focused on building my career and my company—"
"And there won’t be much of that left, considering I’ll personally make sure you never work in this country or on this continent—or in fact, organize any wedding anywhere in the world—again."
My heart flips up into my throat, and my pulse begins to race. "You wouldn’t do that."
