Page 10 of The Brit and the Bridesmaid (Sweet Treat Novellas #1)

Abby walked through Heathrow Airport, holding Matt's hand. It was more than a matter of liking to hold hands with him; Heathrow was overwhelming.

"When do I get to the part where being in England makes me fall in love with England?" she asked. "Caroline swore that's what would happen."

"It will definitely not happen in the airport," he said with a laugh.

"But by the time I get to Stansbury? I hear it is the crown-jewel of London."

That made him laugh even harder. How had she ever thought he was a snob?

"I predict," he said, "that you will decide England is a brilliant place within five minutes of being at Mum's house. She'll convince you."

Abby smiled over at him. "I already love your mum."

They'd talked on the phone dozens of times since Caroline's wedding. They were meeting in person at last. She might have been nervous if not for the fact that Matt's mom was really, really great.

"I think I'm most excited about meeting her Star on the Wall." Abby pressed her lips together to stop herself from bursting out laughing.

"I'll have you know, that star is the only reason you are here right now."

"Is it?"

He slipped his hand away from hers and wrapped his arm around her instead. "Months ago I told Mum about a bridesmaid who'd visited Sainsbury House with her brit-obsessed sister and had been entirely unimpressed with me. Mum wished on her star that I would find a way of making a good impression."

"You did eventually." Abby leaned a little against him as the continued walking past gates and tourists and shops.

"That is the magic of the Star on the Wall."

"It wasn't the star, Matt."

"I know it wasn't the accent."

She pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "It was you. Everything about you."