“Is it your birthday or anniversary?” “He’s…it’s…” Maddie tried to come up with a response that wouldn’t involve too many lies and explanations. Oh, who cared? This whole adventure was unbelievable from start to finish. And she didn’t appreciate being patronized by women like Amanda. “It’s our honeymoon. He’s an English lord, a multimillionaire. He hasn’t stopped lavishing presents on me since we met four days ago.” Amanda stopped dead in the hallway. “You only met four days ago and you’re married already?” “It was love at first sight,” Maddie confided. “We met on a Tuesday. On Friday he came to the shop where I work and said, ‘I’m taking you away from all this.’” “Incredible.” Amanda looked as if she didn’t know whether to believe her or not. She gestured Maddie into a private room that held a massage table and a trolley filled with bottles and tubs of unguents and lotions.
