‘What now?’ ‘She just questioned my choice of sun block for Lucy, said it might be better for her to get a bit of colour on her pasty white British skin. Is she for real?’ ‘I’m afraid she is.’ Joe sighs and attempts to knot a dark blue tie. I walk over and help him. ‘She’s been saying such crazy things since I was a kid.’ ‘Wedding tomorrow.’ I smile. ‘I just keep saying it over and over in my head like a mantra.’ ‘I’m sorry she’s here, Leanna. My mother would stress out a bloody saint.’ ‘Ha,’ I finish fastening his tie and run my hands down his shoulders. ‘Don’t worry about it. She’s already said I won’t be seeing her again once she gets back to America because, what was it? Oh yes, she hates Britain and I’m too poor and unstylish to ever make it out to Las Vegas.’ ‘She’ll be gone soon,’ he says, kissing me gently, ‘then we can relax.’ I nod and smile. ‘Anyway, forget her. How are you doing? Ready for the big interview?’ ‘In your words, I’m ready as I’ll ever be.
