Page 224 of Bride By Coronation

She laughs.

"Excuse me, ma'am," a woman says.

We turn toward the voice.

She has a lanyard around her neck, and the name of a popular fashion magazine is on the card inside the plastic. She holds out her hand. "I'm Lynette fromFashion Gone Crazy Weekly."

"I loveFashion Gone Crazy!" Fiona exclaims, then quickly adds, "It's great to meet you!"

The woman gushes, "Yes! I'm new, but I love your line. I think we should feature it in the next issue of the magazine. I'm thinking of a four-page spread."

"Really?" Fiona asks, stunned.

The woman enthusiastically replies, "Absolutely! Those skirts were flipping incredible. My editor will fire me if I don't secure you for an exclusive."

Fiona laughs. "We wouldn't want that to happen."

"No, this is my dream job. So, can we do it? I'll make sure it's fabulous!"

"Yes, of course, I'd be honored," Fiona tells her.

"Awesome." Lynette pulls out a business card and hands it to her. "These are my contact details."

I reach into my pocket and hand her Fiona's card. "These are Fiona's."

The woman glances at me and smiles. "You're her husband. Kirill, right?"

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. Yes, this is Kirill," Fiona introduces.

Lynette studies us until I get uncomfortable.

"Sorry, did we do something wrong?" I ask.

She tilts her head, staying silent.

Fiona glances at me nervously.

The woman puts her hand on her hip, asking, "You know what I think would be even more awesome?"

I shake my head. "What?"

She wiggles her finger between us. "You two. We should do a piece in our exclusive on you two and your new baby."

"No, I don't think that's a good idea," I state.

"Why not? Everybody in Chicago, New York, London, and Paris will be talking about you. You'll be the 'it' couple of the fashion world. It'll be fabulous," she claims.

"Thank you. But we're private about our family," Fiona interjects, holding the baby closer.

I put my arm around her. "Yes. That's a very nice offer. But can we stick to the fashion line?"

Lynette's face falls. She sighs. "Okay. But I think?—"

"It's not going to happen," I repeat sternly.

She sighs again. "Okay, but I will need to interview you, Fiona. It's fine, as long as it's about the clothes?"

"Yes. Of course," Fiona confirms.

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