Page 22 of The Brit and the Bridesmaid

"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."