Page 54 of Falling for You
I narrow my eyes as the needle skims the final piece of fabric, and then finally turn to face them, letting out a sigh of relief.
Done. Perfect.
‘Another commission,’ I say. ‘This one is a gremlin for an eighteenth. This is the body piece.’
I hold it up so they can see and Tanya reaches forward, fingering the fabric.
‘It’s beautiful. I love it.’
‘Thank you.’
‘You seem to be pretty busy with commissions!’ Penny says, and I can hear the hope in her voice.
‘Not busy enough,’ I say, reading her mind. ‘But yeah, it’s nice that we’ve got a few more coming in. How are you guys?’
‘Good now,’ Penny says, tucking her feet under my duvet. ‘Yesterday was awful.’
Tanya pulls a horrified face at me and I grin. ‘Yeah, I figured from your messages that you’d opened that champagne.’
‘And the rest!’ Tanya cries. ‘We had so much prosecco. God, it was so bad, we could barely move yesterday.’
I smile, taking a sip of my tea.
‘But,’ Tanya says, blowing the steam away from her cup, ‘we actually have good news.’
I raise my eyebrows at her.
‘We found American Boy.’
Immediately, I feel my heart lift.
I’ve really tried to shake this. I only met him once for a very brief conversation. There is no reason why I should still be thinking about him – it’s ridiculous! Also, London is a huge city and the chances of us ever meeting again are near impossible.
Unless Tanya and Penny really have found him …
‘Look at your face,’ Penny grins. ‘I knew this was a good idea.’
‘How have you found him?’ I say, ignoring Penny’s stupid grin. ‘How do you know it’s him?’
‘It was quite easy, actually,’ Tanya says. ‘It was just a process of elimination.’
‘He had to be on that list somewhere,’ Penny says. ‘So it was just a case of narrowing the names down.’
‘It took a lot of research,’ Tanya adds. ‘We thoroughly looked through all of their Instagram profiles.’
‘You didn’t message any of them, did you?’
‘No,’ they both say in unison, their expressions serious.
‘Okay,’ I say, turning round on my chair to face them. ‘Show me.’
Tanya and Penny share a grin as Penny pulls out her phone.
‘Okay, caller …’ she says. ‘Is this your American Boy?’
My heart jumps into my throat as she hands the phone to me. She’s showing me an Instagram page, and my eyes wildly scan through it, trying to find his face. Have they found him? There are a lot of pictures of London and skylines, but eventually I find a picture of him and …
‘Guys!’ I cry, outraged. ‘I don’t think this guy is single! And I also don’t think he’s into women …’
