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room. Emily snapped her head back to see David dabbing his mouth with a napkin as he marched over to the woman.

“Noelle, thank you for coming so fast.” He kissed her cheek and her thin lips curved upward as she closed her eyes.

“Of course, David. When I heard you got married, I knew exactly what you needed me to do.” Noelle held out a hand to Emily, she took it and tried to suppress the urge to frown at her.

“Emily Stewart, nice to meet––” Emily cut her words short at the sight of the woman’s expression. She glanced over at David who looked at her pointedly. “Sorry, Emily Marks, I’m still getting used to that.” She shook Noelle’s hand confidently and covered her mistake with a laugh. Emily didn’t realize they were telling everyone that they were married. She needed to think fast on her feet.

“Nice to meet you, Emily, I’m Noelle, an old friend of David’s.” She patted David’s cheek with a wrinkly hand, her nails were painted black and had a dazzling shine to them. Emily forced a smile.

“I’m here to make you look good.”

“I think I can take care of myself,” Emily stated. But Noelle tutted and marched to her clothes rail, disregarding her as she spoke to David.

“Your PA sent across the details of your grandmother’s party,” Noelle said as she stood up straight and held out three dresses to Emily. She raised each one out and squinted before tossing them aside.

“No, no, no this will not do,” she muttered as she dove back into the endless supply of clothes. Emily pick up one of the discarded dresses that still had a price tag on it, which was more than her credit card balances combined.

“I can leave you both to it. I should make some calls anyway.” David started to walk away, but Emily grabbed his arm and stared at him with pleading eyes.

“Don’t leave me with her,” she whispered.

David patted her hand gently. “It’ll be fine. Let her work her magic. She’ll make you look great, don’t worry.”

That wasn’t what Emily was worried about. She stared helplessly at David as he strode out of the room and disappeared behind a door. Noelle reappeared again with a bundle of new dresses, probably weighing more than the woman herself.

“Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”

Chapter Fourteen

First Class Feelings

After making some important calls for work, David fell into an exhausted heap on his bed and slept the rest of the morning away. Orange sunlight flooded his room and he basked in its golden rays. He stretched his arms and yawned loudly. A babble of voices pricked his ears up and he marched over to his bedroom door. He re-entered the lounge area and his jaw dropped to the floor.

Emily stood up on a stool wearing a knee-length wraparound dress. The nude material sat snug on her form and gathered at her left hip. David’s eyes followed the line of the dress up to the plain bodice and looked up at Emily’s face. Her eyes lingered on him and she gave him a wry smile. Noelle was circling Emily unintelligibly muttering to herself—one of her many quirky traits. She was the family dressmaker and designer for as long as he could remember. How she kept her job working for the Marks family, David had no idea. It must have had something to do with the fact that she was brilliant.

David walked over to them and applauded slowly, still staring at Emily in wonderment.

“You look….”

“Like your wife, yes, David. That was the idea.” She interjected, grinning at him with her hands on her hips. Her tanned arms were enhanced by the nude shade of her dress. And her long hair was swept up into a loose knot at the back of her head. Strays of flyaway hairs softened her face and her plump lips sported a fresh layer of rose lipstick. She was staring at him with a confident smile. Her sassy attitude was back, and David loved it. He wanted to collapse to his knees and declare his feelings, but Noelle was hovering around like a bad smell.

“Did you find everything you need?”

“Of course, she did,” Noelle snapped before Emily could reply. David opened his mouth, but Noelle wasn’t finished speaking. “She has enough to keep her going for now, but I’ll be back with a collection tomorrow. Her neck looks rather bare.” She gave him a pointed look. “You would do you well to pay Oliver a visit.”

David nodded and muttered his thanks. And like that, Noelle collected her belongings and pushed the clothes rail out of the room. Emily stepped down from the stool and spun around on the spot.

“What do you think of my new dress?”

“What do you think of it? That’s all that matters.”

Emily frowned at him. “Actually, you’re paying for it, so I think your opinion matters.”

“I’m happy if you’re happy,” he said, trying to be diplomatic. He couldn’t think of anything to say. Would it be too creepy to admit he found her the sexiest woman alive in that dress? Or that it was the perfect blend between professional and drop-dead-gorgeous? Even in his thoughts, that sounded weird.

“I’m happy.” Emily twirled again and swaggered her hips as she crossed the room to grab a drink.

“For what it’s worth, I think you look amazing,” David said, finding his courage again. His heart pounded in his chest and his ears were ringing. Emily shook her head to herself as she took a sip of her drink.

“See? Was that really so hard?” She glanced at her phone on the breakfast bar; it vibrated loudly against the granite and she reached out for it. David thought she was going to take the call, but instead she rolled her eyes and put it down again.

“Don’t you need to get that?”

Emily took another sip of her drink. “No, it’s just my sister,” she said after she swallowed.

“Ah, you have a sister. Does she live in New York too?”

David thought