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We’re not suited, and he’s not serious Not really

He wants me, yeah And I want him But he’ll tire of me eventually, but not because he’s a rat or unprincipled, but because he said fro down type I’ your own mind

Maybe oneher broke his heart Maybe there’s no getting over that But that’s exactly my point I don’t know the reasons because I don’t know him

And while I ht not be so comfortable in s of an obsession Of a broken heart And those are the kinds of temptations I could do without

Alexander, the 13th Duke of Dalforth, was never meant for me Not really

“Well” Isla ss, and for a minute, I wonder if I should pass back the tissue box “At least you’ll be here for Duffy’s party”

I frown a little, then remember the conversation in the car

“Batman,” I offer, and she nods

“It’s apparently Bat hi about Hollywood types”

“I think she said she used to be a hairstylist”

“Did she? Well, whatever she did, whatever she does now, I like her”

“Me, too But I don’t think I’ll be co I mean, unless you need me to look after the boys—”

“No, not at all That’s all taken care of, and Ivy made particular ain”

“Maybe you can pass on ” I don’t need another repeat of last week’s dinner, and I mean, any of it

“Holly,” she says, her posture and her gaze softening “How et to say they’ve been invited to the home of a Hollywood star, let alone that they were invited to his birthday party—to Dylan Duffy’s birthday party? How can you not be excited? This is a first for me, too It’s quite a coup, I understand I expect h the roof with the PTA mothers”