Secrets Of The A-List. Helen Lacey

like the Marshalls have for the past few decades. They might be wealthy, but they’re middle-class, suburban folk at their core.”

      “Pompous snob,” she chided playfully. “I thought you adored Thom as much as I do.”

      Something flashed across her brother’s face. Disappointment? Concern? Anguish? Was her caring, sensitive brother really convinced that she was doing the right thing?

      “Of course I like Thom,” he said quietly. “And I’m not a snob. I just want you to be sure.”

      “I am sure. I’m doing the right thing,” she said. “You’ve been friends with him for years, too. You know Thom is a good man. He’s just a lousy public speaker.”

      Rafe made a sympathetic face. “No doubt he’s going to be reminded of his appalling speech at the engagement party for a while?”

      “You know what the press is like,” she said and sighed. “But I’m sure he’s tough enough to take it. Although he did shut down his social media accounts as a precaution.”