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Shopaholic Ties the Knot (by Sophie Kinsella) 7 page

We had a lovely dinner of watercress soup, rack of lamb and summer pudding, and we drank lots of champagne and the wine which Mum and Dad got in France. And then Dad rattled his fork in a glass and made a speech about me and Luke. He said that he and Mum had often talked about the kind of man I would marry, and they’d always disagreed on every­thing except one thing – ‘he’ll have to be on his toes’. Then he looked at Luke, who obligingly got up and turned a pirouette, and everyone roared with laughter. Dad said he’d become very fond of Luke and his parents, and that this was more than just a marriage, it was a joining of families. And then he said he knew I would be a very loyal and supportive wife, and told the story of how when I was eight I wrote to Downing Street and proposed my father as prime minister – and then a week later wrote again to ask why they hadn’t replied – and everyone laughed again.

Then Luke made a speech about how we met in London when I was a financial journalist, and how he noticed me at my very first press conference, when I asked the PR director of Barclays Bank why they didn’t make fashion cheque-book covers like they have for mobile phones. And then he confessed that he’d started sending me invitations to PR events even when they weren’t relevant to my magazine, just because I always livened up proceedings.

(He’s never told me that before. But now it all makes sense! That’s why I kept being invited to all those weird conferences on commodity broking and the state of the steel industry.)

Last of all, Michael stood up, and introduced himself in his warm, gravelly voice, and spoke about Luke. About how fantastically successful he is but how he needs someone by his side, someone who really loves him for the person he is and will stop him taking life too seriously. Then he said it was an honour to meet my parents, and they’d been so friendly and welcoming to a pair of complete strangers, he could see where I got what he called the ‘Bloomwood bloom’ of good-hearted happiness. And he said that I’d really grown up recently. That he’d watched me cope with some very tricky situations, and he wouldn’t go into details, but I’d had quite a few challenges to deal with and some­how I’d managed to solve them all.

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.

And 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 inside. 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 marshalling 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 just 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 travelled. 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 all this down to one honeymoon...’

‘OK.’ I swallow hard. ‘Here’s what I’ve done. 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.’

 

 


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