Over two hundred of them in total. He’s got a papercut, and he’s got a bit of a headache, and there’s a chance he’s a little bit grumpy. He’s only recognised about eight names on these invitations. It had been a bit of a shock, when he presented Connor with his little list before they went to the printers, and then Connor countered with his own list that filled four pages of A4. “Do you actually know every single person on that list?” Noah asked him, incredulous, to which Connor had replied, quite simply, “Yes.” And then Noah’s idea of a small, intimate wedding had suddenly been smothered, and now it’s become the social event of the season. Because Connor knows people. Connor is known by people. He’s a name; he has a reputation. It comes with being rich, with being powerful, with having your money date back generations but not being defined by it, because he’s made his mark on his own standing.
