Two days after fleeing Conor’s penthouse, Lucy had done nothing but think about the man who had changed her life irreversibly. Had she walked away from something promising? Did she still have the option of walking back? If he hadn’t called or texted, then he’d obviously not missed her.
Maeve settled onto the sofa beside Lucy. Her bestie gave her that discerning once-over that meant Girl, you need to fix your lashes or else Girl, who do I need to punch?
“Did I do the wrong thing?” Lucy asked.
“I don’t know him, sweetie. If he made you feel like he was buying your attention…”
“But that’s just it. I’ve never dated a trillionaire before. Maybe it’s normal for him.”
“Exceedingly possible.”
“Like me living my life through social media is normal,” she argued.
Maeve winced. Yes, that had sounded terrible. The screen was not her life. Though it did support everything that went into making a life.
A life that had experienced romance, if only for a moment.
“Give him another chance.”
“You think?”
“Lucy, you went on about that fabulous first kiss at the top of the Eiffel Tower. And then the sex. I didn’t know you even knew how to do things like that.”
Nor had she!
“It was so easy to be with him, Maeve. But I’ll never be on that man’s level.”
Maeve stood and headed to the front door, “You can be on any level you want. And why do there have to be levels? We’re all the same underneath our clothes. And it sounds like he adores you. How does being with him make you feel?”
“Like there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.”
“Then set that phone aside and give him the attention he deserves.” With a wink, Maeve left for work.
Lucy picked up her phone. Her last post, days ago, featuring the duck purse, had garnered tens of thousands of likes. Her followers couldn’t believe she’d not bought it for herself.
She could have, she told herself, but she knew it wasn’t really true. She had some savings, but not enough to justify a splurge purchase like that. This had nothing to do with the purse. She’d been stuck in a moment of striving for more likes, more approvals, more, more and more.
When all along that more possessed ocean eyes and a charming smile.
Maeve was right. Lucy loved being an influencer. But she’d gotten to the point where her job was directing her down a path on which she’d be wise not to stumble.
Opening the message app, she was about to text Conor when she saw that he had texted her moments ago. Found a new mate. Three photos were attached, which Lucy opened with a tap.
She laughed. He’d taken a photo holding the duck purse next to his face like he was about to kiss it. The next featured him rocking it in his arms. And in the third the duck’s beak was next to his ear as if he were listening to it talk. What a silly man!
Can we come see you? he’d texted.
She hadn’t lost him after all! Maybe. Oh. Lucy hoped upon hope.
Sure, she replied, but the duck seems sketchy.
Don’t worry, he’s with me. See you soon, love.
“Love.” Lucy mouthed the word. And her heart blossomed.
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