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Mavis.' He paled a bit. 'Eve, tell me you're not going shopping with Mavis.' His reaction brightened her mood a little. 'She has this friend. He's a designer.' 'Dear Christ.' 'She says he's mag. Just needs a break to make a name for himself. He has a little workshop in Soho.' 'Let's elope. Now. You look fine.' Her grin flashed. 'Scared?' 'Terrified.' 'Good. Now we're even.' Delighted to be on level footing, she leaned in and kissed him. 'Now you can worry about what I'll be wearing on the big day for the next few weeks. Gotta go.' She patted his cheek. 'I'm meeting her in twenty minutes.' 'Eve.' Roarke grabbed for her hand. 'You wouldn't do something ridiculous?' She tugged her way free. 'I'm getting married, aren't I? What could be more ridiculous?