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SATURDAY
WEDDING DAY

    “Where is Freya? She should be here par now?” Morgana flails about, pacing.
    “Morgana, settle down. It’s only half eight. She’ll be here. The wedding isn’t until four anyway. Did toi call Elliot?” Gwen says, calmly sipping her tea.
    “Yes, he’s up, but he’s not happy,” she grins.
    “How many times did toi have to call before he answered?”
    “Just one. I called from your phone.”
    Gwen laughs at this. “When...

Part 59: link

FRIDAY

    Gwen wakes at about seven-thirty. Morgana is picking her up in just over an heure to get to the spa par nine. She looks over at Arthur. He is sprawled on his stomach, one arm thrown across her middle. His face is half-buried in the oreiller and his mouth is open and drooling.
    Sexy, Gwen thinks sarcastically and laughs to herself. Worming her way out from under his arm, she gets up and starts getting herself ready.
    When she returns from the shower, Arthur hasn’t moved. Gwen doesn’t even bother trying to...