"It sounds lovely," Adam said, deeply saddened that he wouldn't be a part of it. He wasn't invited. He was nothing but Ronan's childhood friend, taken up as his valet in the meantime. Adam's heart felt like it was crumbling.

"In England or abroad?" he asked, continuing to stir his coffee as he neglected both it and his pastry, too fixated on Ronan's answers to think of anything else.