Speak Now

XXII

It was hard to tell, sometimes, if Keira was marrying into the Leahy family or if it's the other way around. Traditionally, it's the woman that joins the husband's family but this time, I seriously think that it's the Leahy's that are going to be absorbed into Keira's family, whether they like it or not. While Logan was used to their ways, seeing Logan's mum's and sister's face when they met us at Dublin airport, it seemed as if they were out of their depth. Amanda Leahy looked almost terrified to death by the prospect of having to come away for the weekend with us while Larkyn Englund, Logan's sister, was apprehensive about getting on the plane. 

"Where exactly are we going?" Larkyn would ask, time and again.

Keira shrugged, getting fed up of saying exactly the same thing in response. "No idea, Lark. We'll find out in a couple of hours." 

A couple of hours later, minus Sophie, Charlotte and Emma, we landed in Paris, much to Keira's confusion. When I dished that it was really Sophie who had come through on all the planning, my friend nodded and laughed humourlessly, grumbling that she could only just imagine what Sophie really had in store for us. If she was taking us to the underground crypts, Keira was getting on the first flight out of here. 

"Or you can always stay at the hotel and just, I don't know, spa all day," Aoife suggests as she tries to be encouraging about our trip away. When Keira stares blankly at her, Aoife sighs and says, "Or you can be a miserable cow for the next few days. Up to you, babe."

Stifling a laugh at how Aoife has just sassed the sassiest girl I know, I follow the others towards the row of town cars that were waiting for us just outside the airport and clamber inside, sending off a text to both Sam and James to let them know that we had arrived in one piece. While us girls were in France for the hen party, the boys had decided to take Logan to London, of all places, for his stag. I tried to reason with Sam that London wasn't exactly adventurous and really, what would they do other go to a pub, drink a few ciders and then stop for pizza on their way back to Logan's flat? No doubt, their stag party would go down in history as the most boring one of all. 

We met Sophie at The Delaney Hotel, one of many that the family owned. She rushed us all to our suites and gave us a four-hour warning, telling us that in that time, we should have settled into our rooms, showered, and dressed, ready to hit the town. She looked at many of us and frowned, wondering why we only brought hand luggage with us; how on earth could we look good if we hardly brought anything! Her hysterical, overdramatic cries were enough to draw attention to us but not even rushing her into a nearby elevator was enough to stop her from being her usual self. 

"You have very weird style, young one," Sophie commented as she looked down at my outfit and shook her head. That was the thing with Sophie, you can take her out of Vogue but you can't take the Vogue out of her. She motioned her hand over my skirt, t-shirt and sneakers combination. "This, I like. It's the perfect balance of casual and sophistication. Love the skirt. But I follow you on Instagram and that knitted skirt outfit from a few days ago was hideous. Too old before your time, darling. Now, that Mouret dress you wore to Sebon not long after you came back to London, that was killer. Hot as fuck. I wish I had your figure."