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wedding present,” Nathaniel replied. “I thought you had to get something out of the marriage, since you sent back the engagement ring.”
    Brigit pictured the pear-shaped sapphire surrounded by diamonds and flinched. “It was your grandmother’s, I could hardly keep it.”
    â€œThen we’re even.” Nathaniel sighed. “You got a one bedroom at Eighty-Second and Lexington and I escaped a drillmaster who made sure our toothbrushes were lined up and the books on the bookshelf were alphabetized and we never ran out of toilet paper.”
    â€œI still can’t imagine you writing for HELLO! ” Brigit shuddered. “They’d ask you to write an exposé of your own mother.”
    â€œWinston asked if I wanted to write about the wedding of the year: Hollywood movie star and perpetual bachelor, Blake Crawford weds New York society ice queen Brigit Palmer.”
    â€œHe said I was an ice queen?” Brigit’s lips trembled.
    â€œI might have thrown that in but it makes a great pull quote.” Nathaniel shrugged. “The cover and a four-page spread including photos. And full access to the bride’s family and the wedding party.”
    Brigit put her drink on the sideboard and walked to the Regency desk. She sifted through the boxes wrapped in silver tissue paper and found her phone.
    â€œI’m going to call Blake, he’ll call Winston and threaten to sue unless this is stopped.” She punched in the numbers.
    Nathaniel crossed the room and took the phone from her hand. He walked to his backpack and took out a sheet of paper.
    â€œYou might want to look this over first.” He handed her the paper. “Blake is the one who gave Winston the exclusive.”
    Brigit’s heart raced and she felt slightly dizzy. She sat on the yellow silk sofa and scanned the contract. She looked up at Nathaniel and her blue eyes were huge.
    â€œWhy would Blake do that? We both agreed to keep the wedding private, that’s why we chose Santorini—so it would just be our families and closest friends.”
    â€œHe is donating the two-million-dollar fee to charity,” Nathaniel said grudgingly. “It’s on the last line.”
    Brigit glanced at the bottom of the contract and the air left her lungs. She thought about Blake’s passion for helping the underprivileged and felt her shoulders relax.
    â€œWell, that’s wonderful! I knew there had to be a reason.” She smoothed her hair. “I wonder why he didn’t ask me first.”
    â€œIt’s not a good idea to keep secrets this early in the relationship.” Nathaniel nodded. “Who knows what he’ll agree to next.”
    â€œWe don’t have any secrets.” Brigit put the contract on the mahogany end table. “I’ve been so busy this week seeing to the caterers and florists, he probably told me and I forgot.”
    â€œThe girl with the photographic memory who got a perfect score on her SAT?” Nathaniel asked. “Maybe you haven’t been eating correctly and it’s affected your thinking. You do look thinner.” He studied her shoulder-length blond hair and high cheekbones and slender neck. “You’re missing that wonderful cleavage. Let’s go into the kitchen and fix a sandwich. I’m starving, our expense account doesn’t stretch past a wedge of feta cheese and a bowl of bean soup.”
    â€œHow dare you!” Brigit crossed her arms. “My breasts are my own business.”
    They entered the kitchen and saw a young woman standing next to the fridge. Her auburn hair was pulled into a ponytail and she wore a knee-length turquoise dress. She wore lace-up espadrilles and a silver charm bracelet.
    â€œNathaniel, what on earth are you doing here?” Daisy turned around. “You are the last person I expected to see in Santorini.” She turned to Brigit. “Surely, his name wasn’t on the guest