Amalfi Coast (That Wedding Girl Book 2) Read Free Page B

had everything handed to him. Then out of the blue he asked for my number, but I told him to get lost as he was smashed at that point.”
    “Why? He was clearly interested!”
    She looks over at him quickly. “I thought he only wanted to get into my pants, and I did find him rather dorky. Not my type at all. But he kept asking so I wrote down a fake number just to shoo him away.”
    “And then?” I urge her to go on, even though I know how the story ends. She’s getting married, so he obviously won her over.
    She laughs softly to herself, embarrassed at the memory. “Anyway, I don’t want to bore you with the details. Long story short, he got my real number eventually and here I am, about to get married. I can hardly believe it!”
    “I’m so happy for you. I mean, I wish you hadn’t moved away but you found your prince. That’s all that matters.”
    I take another look at this new girl I did not expect to meet today. It might take a bit of time to set in but I am happy for her, I really am. I like her hair. It suits the new her compared to the black pixie cut she used to have. I like her new fashion sense, it shows off her petite figure.
    She tucks her hair behind her ear, “I know you did not expect me with my hair and this dress, but—”
    “Don’t say a thing. You look radiant, and I’m not talking about your hair and dress.”
    Kieran walks back with the drinks, nothing for himself. He sets down the French 75 for Amelia and passes me my drink. What a gentleman!
    “Where’s your drink, Kieran?” I ask.
    Kieran stands above Amelia, rubbing her shoulder gently. “Actually, I’m going to leave you two ladies to chew the fat. Amelia is taking you somewhere really nice, I hope you like it.”
    “Oh, you’re not joining us for dinner? I was going to go through the wedding plans with you both tonight. I can quickly go upstairs and get my laptop, if you like.”
    Amelia and Kieran look at each other and laugh, and she shakes her head at me. “Oh Lacey, we’ll go through that tomorrow. Tonight is just us catching up. Chill!”
    Wow, even my client is telling me to ‘chill’.
    Amelia stands up to kiss Kieran quickly on the lips and he says goodbye to us.
    “Where are you taking me?”
    She winks at me. “You’ll see. Come on, let’s finish our drinks first!”
    ♦
    I press my hand over my bulging stomach, letting out a heavy breath. I’m stuffed to bursting, and by the looks of it Amelia is too.
    “That was the best dinner I’ve had in a while. I think you killed me,” I wipe my mouth with the napkin.
    Sitting on our table are empty plates but just two hours ago they were filled with the most delicious delights: chicken scaloppini, lobster linguine, and chateaubriand. Not to mention bread, lots of bread. And the buffalo mozzarella, god that was good.
    Amelia smiles at me and takes a sip of her Chianti. “I know right? This is one of my favourite restaurants.”
    I can see why. A forty-minute drive from the hotel, Amelia has whisked me away to Ristorante Scintillante Oceano, a quaint and cosy restaurant in Praiano situated on a steep mountainside that sits right on the water overlooking the views of Positano. I’m not going to lie; it was torture being taken up somewhere this elevated. As we kept going up, I had to sneak in a few chocolate squares. And to make things worse, we are sitting by the edge of the restaurant, and I only have to look to my right view the sparkling blue water. This is my friend’s big day and I’m not going to let my silly phobia get in the way. This is not high up at all, I’ll be fine!
    “It’s good to see you eating. Most of my clients only order a salad, they starve themselves silly to fit into that dress,” I say as a friend, not as her wedding planner.
    She shakes her head. “Not me. I’m like a cow, I need to graze. I actually want to eat on my wedding day.”
    “Good for you, hun. Life is too short to not enjoy food. And given the menu you’ve set, I