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Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.

I was born Lucy.

Four letters, two syllables, and just enough sweetness to fool people into thinking I’d be quiet. I wasn’t. Not even as a toddler.

Lucy — from the Latin lux, meaning light. Fitting, I suppose, if you believe in that sort of poetic symmetry. A name for girls with ribboned plaits and storybooks, the kind who grow up to own cats and cry at black-and-white films.

But no one really calls me Lucy anymore.

On stage, in print, in the spotlight — I’m Luce.

Sharper. Brassier. A little less curtain-twitchy and a lot more curtain-call. Lucy walks into a room and says hello. Luce walks in and owns it.

But home is different.

In Saffron, around the Beaumont breakfast table, there’s only one name that sticks: Lulu.

Dad started it when I was small. Said Lucy didn’t quite suit the chaos I brought with me. “Lulu,” he’d grin, “is what you name a firecracker.”

It stuck. Especially with Frank. And Mom says it with that gentle disapproval only mothers can pull off.

So that’s me.

Lucy in the birth records.

Luce under the lights.

Lulu when I’m back in Saffron, barefoot in the kitchen, laughing into my tea.

All three are true.

All three are me.

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋