Page 105 of Duchess Material

“She’s happy. Let them be happy.”

“What is the barometer around the palace?”

“Dad was… Dad.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And Rita and Mum are all wound up.”

“Predictable.”

“Dad assumed Lucy would stop working because she’s marrying ‘up’ and all that. Confused us all. It was… ouch. He was called out and apologised. I don’t think he thought about what he said before he said it.”

George chuckled, “Surprise there!”

“People are happy for Lucy.”

“They care?”

“Lucy is a beloved member of the household, so yes. And she’ll be Rita’s daughter-in-law. It’s a big deal, George.”

“Is my wedding even on the docket?”

“Yes, George. This isn’t about you. Everyone is happy you are marrying Patrick as well. We can be happy for the both of you. And, in some way, isn’t that sweeter? You both found the right people eventually.”

“I’m surprised neither of them has shoved it in my face.”

“George, why would they?”

“I don’t know.”

Natalie scoffed. “George, are you insecure?”

“Shut. Up.”

“Well, I am sorry, but you shouldn’t be. They are adorably wrapped up in each other. Drop the rope before you hang yourself.”

George glared, knowing she was right. He reserved his judgement. Instead, they turned back to cooking. Dinna was a luxurious rack of lamb. They delivered the meal, everyone tucking in.

“This is so fucking good,” Katie said. “I didn’t even know I was a fan of lamb. It’s amazing. Now, I feel bad for making fun of you Brits for eating it. You two are fabulous cooks.”

“Well, it’s the recipe more than it is us. Plus, the posh thermometer thing that George bought,” Natalie said.

“Can I ask for the recipe? Because I feel like there is a girl out there this would impress.”

“Katie, it’s just lamb. Delicious lamb, yes, but I doubt it will get you laid. The recipe isn’t mine to give. It’s from a friend, but it’s fab.”

George glared at Natalie again. The recipe was Lucy’s. It was impeccable. He found it to-die-for but would not admit it.

“Plead with that friend. I need it.”

“I will text her,” Natalie agreed.

“Where did the two of you learn to cook?” Tom asked.

“Mum,” they answered in unison.

“The twin thing really gets you, doesn’t it?” Tom chuckled.

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