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  Without using a Visa card, he added, and there was the hugest roar of laughter, all around the marquee.

  And then he said he’d attended many weddings in his time, but he’d never felt the contentment he was feeling right now. He knew Luke and I were meant to be with each other, and he was extremely fond of us both, and we didn’t know how lucky we were. And if we were blessed with children, they wouldn’t know how lucky they were, either.

  Michael’s speech nearly made me cry, actually.

  Now I’m sitting with Luke on the grass. Just the two of us, away from everyone else for a moment. My Christian Louboutins are all smeared with grass stains, and Ernie’s strawberry-covered fingers have left their mark on my bodice. I should think I look a complete mess. But I’m happy.

  I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.

  “So,” says Luke. He leans back on his elbows and stares up at the darkening blue sky. “We made it.”

  “We made it.” My garland of flowers is starting to fall down over one eye, so I carefully unpin it and place it on the grass. “And no casualties.”

  “You know… I feel as though the past few weeks have been a weird dream,” says Luke. “I’ve been in my own, preoccupied world, with no idea what was happening in real life.” He shakes his head. “I think I nearly went off the rails back then.”

  “Nearly?”

  “OK, then. I did go off the rails.” He turns to look at me, his dark eyes glowing in the light from the marquee. “I owe a lot to you, Becky.”

  “You don’t owe me anything,” I say in surprise. “We’re married now. It’s like… everything’s a joint account.”

  There’s a rumbling sound from the side of the house, and I look up to see Dad loading our suitcases into the car. All ready for us to go.

  “So,” says Luke, following my gaze. “Our famous honeymoon. Am I allowed to know where we’re going yet? Or is it still a secret?”

  I feel a spasm of nerves. Here it comes. The last bit of my plan. The very last cherry on top of the cake.

  “OK,” I say, and take a deep breath. “Here goes. I’ve been thinking a lot about us recently, Luke. About being married, about where we should live. Whether we should stay in New York or not. What we should do…” I pause, carefully marshaling my words. “And what I’ve realized is… I’m not ready to settle down. Tom and Lucy tried to settle down too early, and look what happened to them. And I adore little Ernie, but seeing what it was like for Suze… It made me realize I’m not ready for a baby either. Not yet.” I look up apprehensively. “Luke, there are so many things I’ve never done. I’ve never really traveled. I’ve never seen the world. Neither have you.”

  “You’ve lived in New York,” points out Luke.

  “New York is a great city and I do love it. But there are other great cities, all over the world. I want to see those too. Sydney. Hong Kong… and not just cities!” I spread my arms. “Rivers… mountains… all the sights of the world…”

  “Right,” says Luke amusedly. “So, narrowing this all down to one honeymoon…”

  “OK.” I swallow hard. “Here’s what I’ve done. I’ve… I’ve cashed in all the wedding presents we got in New York. Stupid silver candlesticks and teapots and stuff. And I’ve… I’ve bought us two first-class tickets round the world.”

  “Round the world?” Luke looks genuinely taken aback. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes! Round the world!” I plait my fingers together tightly. “We can take as long as we like. As little as three weeks, or as long as…” I look at him, tense with hope. “A year.”

  “A year?” Luke stares back at me. “You’re joking.”

  “I’m not joking. I’ve told Christina I may or may not come back to work at Barneys. She’s fine about it. Danny will clear out our apartment for us and put it all in storage—”

  “Becky!” says Luke, shaking his head. “It’s a nice idea. But I can’t possibly just up sticks and—”

  “You can. You can! It’s all set up. Michael will keep an eye on the New York office. The London office is running itself anyway. Luke, you can do it. Everyone thinks you should.”

  “Everyone?”

  I count off on my fingers. “Your parents… my parents… Michael… Laurel… Clive, my old driving instructor…”

  Luke stares at me.

  “Clive, your old driving instructor?”

  “OK,” I say hastily, “don’t bother about him. But everyone whose opinion you respect. They all think you need a break. You’ve been working so hard, for so long…” I lean forward earnestly. “Luke, this is the time to do it. While we’re still young. Before we have children. Just picture it. The two of us, wandering through the world. Seeing amazing sights. Learning from other cultures.”

  There’s silence. Luke gazes at the ground, frowning.

  “You spoke to Michael,” he says at last. “And he’d really be willing to—”

  “He’d be more than willing. He’s bored living in New York with nothing to do except go power walking! Luke, he said even if you don’t go away, you need a long breathing space. You need a proper holiday.”

  “A year,” says Luke, rubbing his forehead. “That’s more than a holiday.”

  “It could be shorter. Or longer! The point is, we can decide as we go along. We can be free spirits, for once in our lives. No ties, no commitments, nothing weighing us down—”

  “Becky, love,” calls Dad from the car. “Are you sure they’ll let you take six suitcases?”

  “It’s OK, we’ll just pay the excess baggage—” I turn back to Luke. “Come on. How about it?”

  Luke says nothing for a few moments — and my heart sinks. I have a horrible feeling he’s going to revert back to old Luke. Old, workaholic, single-minded, corporate Luke.

  Then he looks up — and there’s a wry little smile on his face. “Do I have a choice?”

  “No.” I grab his hand in relief. “You don’t.”

  We’re going round the world! We’re going to be travelers!

  “These last two are very light!” shouts Dad, and waves the cases in the air. “Is there anything in them?”

  “No, they’re empty!” I turn to Luke, glowing with delight. “Oh, Luke, it’ll be so great! This is our one chance to have a year of escape. A year of… simplicity. Just us. Nothing else!”

  There’s a pause. Luke looks at me, his mouth twitching.

  “And we’re taking two great big empty suitcases with us because…”

  “Well, you never know,” I explain. “We might pick a few things up along the way. Travelers should always support the local economies—” I break off as Luke starts to laugh.

  “What?” I say indignantly. “It’s true!”

  “I know.” Luke wipes his eyes. “I know it is. Becky Bloomwood, I love you.”

  “I’m Becky Brandon now, remember!” I retort, glancing down at my lovely new ring. “Mrs. Rebecca Brandon.”

  But Luke shakes his head. “There’s only one Becky Bloomwood. Never stop being her.” He takes both hands in mine and gazes at me with a strange intensity. “Whatever you do, never stop being Becky Bloomwood.”

  “Well… OK,” I say, taken aback. “I won’t.”

  “Becky! Luke!” Mum’s voice comes across the lawn. “It’s time to cut the cake! Graham, put on the fairy lights!”

  “Right-o!” calls Dad.

  “Coming!” I shout back. “Just let me put my garland back on!”

  “Let me.” Luke reaches for the garland of pink flowers and puts it on my head with a little smile.

  “Do I look stupid?” I say, pulling a face.

  “Yes. Very.” He gives me a kiss, then stands up and helps me to my feet. “Come on, Becky B. Your audience is waiting.”

  As fairy lights begin to twinkle all around us, we walk back over the dusky grass to the wedding, Luke’s hand clasped firmly around mine.

  PRENUPTIAL AGREEMENT

  Between Rebecca Bloomwood

&nb
sp; and Luke Brandon

  22 June 2002

  5. JOINT BANK ACCOUNT

  5.1 The joint account shall be used for necessary expenditure on household expenses.“Household expenses” shall be defined to include Miù Miù skirts, pairs of shoes, and other items of apparel deemed essential by the Bride.

  5.2 The Bride’s decision regarding such expenses shall be final in all cases.

  5.3 Questions regarding the joint account shall not be sprung on the Bride by the Groom with no warning, but submitted in writing, with a 24-hour period for reply.

  6. SIGNIFICANT DATES

  6.1 The Groom shall remember all birthdays and anniversaries, and shall mark said dates with surprise gifts.*

  6.2 The Bride shall demonstrate surprise and delight at the Groom’s choices.

  7. MARITAL HOME

  The Bride shall make the best attempt within her powers to maintain order and tidiness in the marital home.

  HOWEVER, failure to abide by this clause shall not be regarded as a breaking of the contract.

  8. TRANSPORT

  The Groom shall not comment on the Bride’s driving ability.

  9. SOCIAL LIFE

  9.1 The Bride shall not require the Groom to remember the names and past romantic history of all her friends including those he has never met.

  9.2 The Groom shall make every effort to set aside a significant portion of each week for leisure and relaxing activities.

  9.3 Shopping shall be defined as a relaxing activity.

  *The surprise gifts shall comprise those items marked discreetly by the Bride in catalogues and magazines, to be left around the marital home in the weeks leading up to said dates.

  Acknowledgments

  Writing this book was tremendous fun; researching it even more so. I am exceedingly grateful to all, both in Britain and in the States, who gave me so much inspiration, and allowed me to come and ask them lots of stupid questions.

  My thanks to Lawrence Harvey at the Plaza, who could not have been more helpful, and to the ever wonderful Sharyn Soleimani at Barneys. Also to Ron Ben-Israel, Elizabeth and Susan Allen, Fran Bernard, Preston Bailey, Clare Mosley, Joe Dance at Crate and Barrel, Julia Kleyner and Lillian Sabatelli at Tiffany, Charlotte Curry at Brides, Robin Michaelson, Theresa Ward, Guy Lancaster and Kate Mailer, David Stefanou and Jason Antony, and lovely Lola Bubbosh.

  A million thanks, as always, to my wonderful agent Araminta Whitley and to Celia Hayley, Kim Witherspoon, and David Forrer. And of course deep gratitude to the endlessly fantastic team at The Dial Press, with particular thanks to Susan Kamil, Zoë Rice, and Nita Taublib.

  And lastly to the people who’ve been there all the way through: Henry, Freddy, and Hugo, and the purple posse. You know who you are.

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