A Star in Cornwall (A Wedding in Cornwall Book 8) by Laura Briggs

Author:Laura Briggs
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-10-17T21:00:00+00:00

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"Tell me the truth," said Katie. "Why did you dodge having your photo taken? Was it because you're so hideous you're afraid to have the world see you?"

Her teasing brought a slight blush to Riley's cheeks. "No reason," he said. "Will you stop ragging me about that day? So I don't like being in the papers. Lots of people avoid having their names and faces in print."

"How about on Twitter? Facebook?" said Katie. "What if I took a selfie with you and shared it with all my friends back home?"

"Um, I'd have to smash your phone," he said. "And then I'd have to kill you and bury the body somewhere no one could find it. Ted's got an old trench somewhere in the back of his property." He winked at her after having directed a menacing glare at her with his words.

"Ooh, I'm scared," said Katie. "Now I'm thinking you're a vampire — aren't they invisible in photos?"

"That's mirrors, I think," I supplied, as I helped Gerard and Martin move the 'car' onto stage — one of Gerard's modern set pieces, painted to look like a modern American luxury hotrod.

"You got me. I'm a vampire," said Riley to Katie. "I'm really moody and sensitive, and into wearing black. You've noticed my fangs, right?"

"Nope. Not a trace," she said. "Open your mouth," she said, taking hold of his chin. "Let me see this lethal hardware you're sporting."

"Uh-uh. They're invisible," he answered, although it sounded unintelligible with his mouth open.

"Too bad. I almost believed you," she said. "But there's no evidence to prove your story." She let him close his mouth, but her hand was still touching his face. When she started to move it, Riley took hold of it, pretending to inspect a bandage wrapped around her finger, where Katie had acquired a paper cut yesterday.

"Maybe I'll show you sometime," he said, as his finger traced her own, briefly. "When there's nobody watching."

Their eyes met. Those lingering looks were only waiting for the rest of us to be far away onstage for it to become a moment beyond a simple glance or touch.

"It looks lovely, darlings!" A voice from the auditorium called to us, and broke that moment between them to pieces, as well as the rest of the crew's concentration for moving the one-dimensional car. Millie was below, leaning on crutches that seemed draped in the flowing sleeves of her loud black and maroon blouse.

"Millie!" said Lorrie. "How are you, love?" She climbed down the steps and gave the theater's founder a hug.

"Feeling a bit weary of being trapped at home," said Millie. "Since I have finally mastered my crutches, I thought it was only fitting that I come to observe the progress of our little modern production."

Things had improved lately — which is to say, the last few rehearsals showed promise as our script took shape, and our actors finally learned their lines. Gerard's sets conveyed the bleak modern look of somewhere between Beverly Hills and Manhattan, I imagined — and, most importantly, everyone was finally enjoying themselves.

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