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When You Say I Do

When You Say I Do

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The drizzle taps a rhythmic pattern against my window, a soft reminder of the city's penchant for rain, while I'm cradling the phone between my shoulder and ear, listening to my brother's teasing drawl from an ocean away. 

"So, Emily, has any dashing Brit in a top hat offered to share his umbrella with you yet?"

I let out a chuckle, picturing his teasing grin. "The day that happens, I'll ship him straight to you for Christmas, how's that?" I counter, watching the rain blur the bustling London street below.

He snorts, his laughter crackling through the speaker. "Well, you know I don’t swing that way, but make sure he's got that Hugh Grant charm, and maybe I’ll be persuaded to change teams."

"Yeah, because charm's what I'm knee-deep in," I say with an eye roll. "No, it's more like spreadsheets and coffee runs at the moment. Thank goodness for Sasha, she’s keeping me sane."

"Ah, the glamorous art world," he mocks gently. 

I can almost see him shaking his head in our small-town kitchen, half a world away.

I sigh, my breath fogging up the glass. "It's not all glamor, but it's a start. I'm learning the ropes, making connections. And who knows? Maybe one day I'll move from fetching coffee to creating the art that hangs on these walls."

There's a brief silence on the line, and my words hang in the air, taunting me. But then my brother’s voice breaks it with his usual burst of optimism. "You'll get there, Em. Just don't forget us little people when you do."

I smile, warmed by the support that I can always count on from him. "Never."

His voice drops a notch, a hint of mischief returning. "So, this best friend of yours, Sasha, she's the Art Queen's granddaughter, right? Is she hot?"

And just like that, the brotherly concern flips back to typical male curiosity. 

I'm about to chastise him for his shallowness when my bedroom door bursts open with a bang.

Sasha whirls into the room, a frenzy of brown curls and bohemian flair. Her eyes are wide, her freckled cheeks flushed with what looks like sheer panic. 

"Emily, you will not believe—"

I hold up a finger to pause both her and my brother, who's still yammering in my ear. "Hold that thought, Sash," I say quickly, then to my brother, "I gotta go. Duty calls."

"Wait, Emily! Hook a brother up—"

I end the call before he can finish his sentence, turning to face Sasha. "Okay, what's the crisis this time?"

She paces, her gypsy skirt swishing with every step. "The Willoughby Gallery," she starts, and that's enough to make me perk up. 

The Willoughby name is synonymous with prestige in the London art scene.

"They agreed to showcase Grandma's art," Sasha continues, practically vibrating with anxiety, "but they want to meet her. And also, her granddaughter."

I arch an eyebrow. "And that's bad because...?"

Sasha flops onto my bed, the picture of despair. "Because they'll expect me to know about art, Emily, and I don't know a Dali from a donut!"

I can't help but laugh at that, though I try to keep it sympathetic. "You're not giving yourself enough credit," I say, though we both know it's a stretch.

"No, you don't understand. Remember last week, I told that couple that the Monet was painted by Chopin. It was awful!”

I snort at the memory. “Didn’t they offer a million bucks because they had never seen a Chopin painting before and figured it was a one-of-a-kind?”

After all, Chopin is known for classical music, not abstract paintings.

I frown. “Why do they want to meet you anyway?”

Sasha puffs out her cheeks, her energy is jittery as she looks around the room all jumpy. Like she’s half-expecting a camera crew to jump out and expose her.

“Last weekend, I downed a bottle of Prosecco and sent out some overly confident emails… I never expected to actually hear back.”

I snort. “Why wasn’t I invited to this Prosecco party of one?”

Sasha ignores my question and picks up her pace around the room. “I couldn’t believe it when I got a call, and it was from William Willoughby. My drunken charm and photos of my grandmother’s work seemed to pique his interest. He’s coming into the office today to meet me and set something up with my grandmother.”

I shrug. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Sasha’s big brown eyes water as she pouts at me. Her bottom lip begins to tremble. “He’s going to ask questions, Emily! I'll look like an idiot, and—"

I hold up my hands, cutting her off. "Sasha, breathe. We'll figure this out."

She gazes at me, hope dawning in her eyes. "You could go in my place. You know about art. You could pretend to be me!"

I open and close my mouth in silence as the crazy idea washes over me. “I can’t do that…”

Sasha hops onto my bed, bouncing me with her renewed hope. “Yes. Yes, you can! Your hair is like mine, you’re always stealing my clothes anyway. No one would know.”

She’s not wrong. Strangers often think that Sasha and I are sisters, and I do steal her clothes. But that’s only because I’m so freaking poor I can hardly make the rent, let alone buy clothes.

I cock a skeptical brow at my friend. “Are you forgetting I’m American and you’re British?”

“Maybe you can try putting on an accent…” Sasha suggests, her smile faltering even as she says the words.

I give her a look. Then I suck in a breath. “Good gosh, I do believe it is raining cats and dogs outside, would the Gov’ner like a cuppa tea?” I say, doing my best impression of a Downton Abbey accent.

Sasha’s face pales. “On second thought, you don’t need to do an accent. Besides… these people don’t know me. Let’s say I went to college at Harvard and picked up an accent.”

I laugh fully now. “You want me to pretend I went to Harvard… and majored in art? Why not make it more believable and say it was…any other college but Harvard.”

Sasha grabs my hands, and her palms are clammy and cold against my skin. “See! You can do this! It’s only one meeting. And I’ll pay you…”

Her eyes are welling up, and she’s looking at me like a puppy dog. 

Curse my compassionate heart! I can never say no to a friend in need. Especially if said friend is offering me cash to solve her problems.

The idea is ludicrous, risky... and utterly thrilling. 

I hesitate for a heartbeat before the adventure of it all sinks its hooks into me. 

I guess the idea of pretending to be the Art Queen’s granddaughter would be fun. For one day, I could fool everyone-even myself-that I’m not just the assistant.

Instead, I’m someone important. Valuable.

"I'll do it," I say. "On one condition."

"Anything," Sasha says eagerly, nodding.

"If I pull this off, I want my own exhibit next to the Art Queen. That could really open doors for me."

Sasha leaps up, grabbing my hands and squeezing tight. "Deal! Oh, my goodness, Emily. Thank you!"

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What's worse than lying about your life to the man you're falling for? Having your lies unravel in the most embarrassingly public way possible.

Emily: I’m just a small-town girl who told a teensy, tiny fib. I let William, my hot, British client and gallery owner, believe I come from a wealthy New England family. Seemed harmless at the time. Until my little lie spirals out of control!

Enter William: Part James Bond, part Darcy, and 100% falling for my lie. He's got secrets of his own, but who doesn't, right? Well, the Universe decides to one-up us both.

Just as I think I’ve got it all under control, BAM! We run into someone from William’s secretive past. And get this—the intruder is someone I know. My childhood bully to be exact. Drama? That's an understatement.

Now I’m juggling lies like a circus performer, and my relationship is dangling by a thread. Are we a rom-com in the making, or a tragedy waiting to happen?

Set your bets and grab your popcorn. We're on a roller coaster ride filled with laughs, gasps, and "Oh no, she didn’t!" moments.

When You Say I Do is USA TODAY Bestselling Author Laura Burton's latest romcom, full of heart, humor, and characters who jump out from the page. Scroll up and buy now to start reading!

When You Say I Do Blurb

What's worse than lying about your life to the man you're falling for? Having your lies unravel in the most embarrassingly public way possible.

Emily: I’m just a small-town girl who told a teensy, tiny fib. I let William, my hot, British client and gallery owner, believe I come from a wealthy New England family. Seemed harmless at the time. Until my little lie spirals out of control!

Enter William: Part James Bond, part Darcy, and 100% falling for my lie. He's got secrets of his own, but who doesn't, right? Well, the Universe decides to one-up us both.

Just as I think I’ve got it all under control, BAM! We run into someone from William’s secretive past. And get this—the intruder is someone I know. My childhood bully to be exact. Drama? That's an understatement.

Now I’m juggling lies like a circus performer, and my relationship is dangling by a thread. Are we a rom-com in the making, or a tragedy waiting to happen?

Set your bets and grab your popcorn. We're on a roller coaster ride filled with laughs, gasps, and "Oh no, she didn’t!" moments.



When You Say I Do is USA TODAY Bestselling Author Laura Burton's latest romcom, full of heart, humor, and characters who jump out from the page.

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